The Tomb Kings had wrested it from the Dwarves, slaughtering all inside, and now they themselves were under assault as thousands of malignant spiders swept down from the hills goaded and led by the cackling Spider Goblins.
Never before had so much evil been amassed in one place: both attackers and defenders.
And behind the lines, bundles of web filled with acid-mawed spiders were hurled, up and over the battlements into the waiting skeletons within.
The fusillade of arrows from the skeletons manning the walls was insufficient to more than slow the waves of arachnids and the spiders reached the walls with minimal losses.
To the west a siege tower infested with crawling horror clumped against the walls, disgorging hundreds of gigantic scuttling killers.
Already the defenders were flagging and the battle had barely opened.
Atop the back of his gigantic eight legged beast, the Spider King had already wiped out all resistance on the section of wall he had climbed. He turned the beast and immediately attacked the eastern tower.
In matters it was his as well.
And now the Goblin King himself reached the gates, hurling up a grappling hook with a cry of triumph as his spider horde scuttled up the wall around his climbing form.
The Goblin King dispatched the defenders rapidly, barely slowing, such was his hatred and thirst for conquest.
But from the north came reinforcements, galloping undead steeds and chariots, hurtling to defend their fastness.
But it was far too little and far too late.
Barak Varr belonged to the Goblin King now and their time of military superiority was at an end!