Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

Iron Keep, perched upon the craggy shores of Oman's Isle, stands as a testament to both Ffolk resilience and dwarven might. Its stout stone walls, blackened by sea spray and the smoke of countless forges, rise from the remnants of an ancient Ffolk stronghold, now repurposed and fortified by Thelgaar Ironhand's clan. Within, the clang of hammers and the roar of bellows echo through the halls, a constant reminder of the dwarven industry that dominates the keep. Armored figures, both dwarf and human, patrol the ramparts, their gaze fixed upon the turbulent sea and the shadowed forests that cloak the island's interior. Stacks of iron ingots and weapons line the courtyards, a grim promise of the keep's readiness for any threat. The air is thick with the scent of coal, metal, and salt, a stark contrast to the wild beauty of the surrounding isles. A lone, wind-battered watchtower, its stone worn smooth by time.