Rise of the King

Dark clouds are gathering over the Silver Marches, and not just in the sky. After the Night of the Hunter comes not dawn, but yet more darkness. Cunning alliances are best forged under a sunless sky, and those who won't go to war will taste drow poison. Why nurture lukewarm allies when there are others, more bloodthirsty, more eager for battle?

Hordes of orcs and their reinforcements are descending upon the dwarves, humans, and elves. One disaster follows another, triggering a series of mutual accusations. But in the face of this threat, most fingers point to someone who, in their eyes, is already a dead coward: King Bruenor. In such a climate of animosity, forming an effective defence is difficult. How can isolated and solitary cities face an enemy whose ranks are stronger than anyone could have ever imagined? Especially when the name of House Do'Urden—a house that should have long since ceased to exist—is suddenly being cursed by both dwarves and humans…