Long hath the kingdom of Kyrath endured at the edge of the known world, its forests deep with ancient magic, its people resolute as the stones of the old keep. For generations, the horde was but a tale told to frighten children — shadows at the tree-line, distant thunder that never broke.

No longer.

The Cinderhoof cavalry ride at the vanguard, their hooves like hammers upon the earth. Behind them surge the Vermin — a black tide of spiders that flows around every obstacle and through every gap. The Black Phantoms drift unseen until it is too late, and the Iron Brutes shrug off all but the heaviest of blows.

Kyrath's defenders are many, but the path is narrow and the night is long. You must choose your wardens wisely, spend your gold with care, and never — not once — let the castle fall.