@mlefevre44: The first snow of winter had begun to fall when the screaming started.It came from the eastern tower of Blackmoor Castle, carried across the frozen Highlands by a wind so cold that it seemed to cut through wool, leather, and flesh alike.Inside the castle, men were dying.Steel struck steel in the narrow corridors. Torches had been knocked from their brackets, sending flames across ancient tapestries. Smoke filled the great hall while servants fled through passages they had used all their lives.At the center of the chaos stood two men who had once called one another brothers.