Dark clouds gathered above the place the locals call the Dark Castle, but to many adventurers it was known by it's true name Darkspire castle, the place inhabited by the darkest creatures that ever walked the earth. For now, they had grown dormant, lax, some said because of some inner struggle. Who knew, but what was known were the treasures. Many adventurers had tried trying to retrieve them from the walls of the castle, only a few had returned alive and most without armor and looking like they had stared hell into there face. On the causeway leading up to the main gate were poles with parchment pieces on it, some were washed out, others fresh and some just barely readable, but all said the same thing. "Woe to those who enter Darkspire"