A full Dungeons & Dragons party assemble in a snowy ravine known as the Iron Pass. Large gray rock walls shoot up to either side of them, upwards towards the sky, as thick blankets of snow and ice fill the space. The snow whips around, creating a dull haze, making it difficult to see. A battle is taking place here in the Iron Pass, deadly, vicious, brutal, between two opposing forces. Half-orc warriors, both male and female, wielding axes and swords, fight for their lives. They are covered in furs and are large and battle-ready, but they are fighting against deadly, silver-masked paladin assassins with twin blades and daggers. Arrows fly and knives are being thrown, and orcs are dropping in the midst of the chaos as the assassins move with a deft accuracy and ferocity. At the end of this chaos, a large griffon lands covered in gleaming armor. Its rider dismounts. The rider is an older man wearing gorgeous silver and white paladin armor. He carries a terrifying claymore.