The silvery light of the moons bathed the Free City of Davos.
High above the city, countless griffins circled through the night sky. Upon their backs rode the soldiers of the City Guard, ever vigilant as they patrolled the skies above the great city.
The moonlight also illuminated the majestic Lords' Castle atop Mount Davos.
Grand and imposing, it served as the seat of government, where the Unknown Lords and the Known Lord gathered to rule the city.
Yet few knew of what lay beneath the castle.
Hidden deep below the mountain was an ancient vault, its existence known only to a select handful.
And within that vault rested a creature spoken only in legends.
A hooded figure walked silently through the ancient vault beneath the Lords' Castle.
The vault had been carved directly into the heart of Mount Davos. Vast did not even begin to describe it. Giant stone pillars rose from the darkness, supporting arched ceilings so high that their upper reaches were lost in shadow.
