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Walking Olympus
Iron switchbacks, fortress gates, forge smoke, military banners and the sound of drills echoing through stone.
Warrus woke from the roar of mountains and the fire of the earth, and his waking shattered a peak. Where he found mortals scattered by fear he gave them discipline, unity, and purpose, forging tribes into armies. On the highest peak he carved Olympus, a citadel of stone shaped by sheer will, and it has stood as the symbol of order ever since.
Olympus is fortress and forge and temple at once, white stone won by siege and held by discipline, its bridges hung with the banners of the legions. There are no gilded invitations here - only switchback roads, drill-yards where the clash of training never stops, and ramparts smoothed by centuries of boots. Power is earned, never given, flowing through rank and oath. It is the spiritual home of warriors and paladins, and when a threat is too large for charm or coin, it is the legions of Warrus that march.