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The Ironforge Bastion, located by the southeastern edge of the continent, marked the boundary between the dwarven realm and the lands of other races.
It had been built as a bulwark, and stood as a barrier between realms. Volcanic lava, channeled through carved sluices, encircled the entire stronghold and formed a natural moat of molten fire.
The lava moat not only raised the ambient temperature to levels intolerable for most non-dwarven races, but also served as a formidable line of defense.
"Oi, Tobey! How's the Deep Delve coming along? I can't stand another day in this blasted heat. It's not me I'm worried about—it's the ale! You've no idea what it's like to take a swig of beer gone sour!"
Near the side of the fortress facing the elven territories, a vast pit had been excavated into the earth. A network of scaffolding clung to the rim. Dwarves could be seen clambering up and down, swinging pickaxes and hammers as they worked to expand the cavity's breadth.
A set of rails descended along a gradual, stair-like spiral carved into the walls of the pit. On this track rumbled a great mechanical "train"—and it was atop this iron leviathan that the complaining dwarf now...
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