It had been six days of exile from the Mountain homes for The Walled Construct: Six days of bitter cold, wolf attacks and endless howling storms.This place; the crucible in which The Curse of Society would serve penance for their crimes, was as good as any. Supplies were low and before them stretched endless days of frozen glacier and certain death. 'This is where we strike the earth! Find me stone and build me walls: Here,' their leader gestured, 'we will build The Fortress of Beasts and our deeds will be sung by ice and stone and echo through the mountain homes!'