A man-made bridge between two tall hills that began as a wonder to an ancient empire and now is turned into the final stand of a desperate kingdom.
We charged their walls but the defenses held us off, hidden bunkers sprang out of nowhere and turrets wreaked havoc on our forces. Gun pits blasted our army to pieces and we pulled back a shell came out of the sky and destroyed several siege towers, we where finished.
Some hear The Blue calling them. They would rather embrace it than stay another day.
An island of stone above the valley, the Manor Home D’Marsarac sits upon a green promotory above the farming valley below. From this island in the sky (an illusion created by the thick morning fog) various noble families have administered to this fertile valley for centuries.
The ruling family depends on some magical artifact or place to secure their right to rule. A monarch isn't considered legitimate until he or she has been "accepted" by the artifact or place, whatever that might entail. It is also possible that some one else, not of the ruling family, could be accepted as the legitimate heir... A fact which the monarchs would like to keep secret.