Prolog
How could his have happened?
Thought an elderly man wearing the robes of a Highmage as he ran through the corridors of the castle Eldön. It had once served as a refuge for all those seeking knowledge of the mystic arts, regardless of race or past, all were welcomed in it's sacred halls. This had, of course, led to some great displeasure from the ruling Kingdoms of the surface Domains, but none were able to penetrate the castles thick walls. The man in question who was hurriedly rushing along was the Grand Highmage of the castle. Second only to the Supreme High Mage, who was also Lord of said Castle. Many a magic user watched in curiosity, as it was not common practice to see someone who held such an esteemed office to look so worried.
I must warn the Supreme Highmage quickly befo-
His thoughts were interrupted as a dagger was buried hilt deep into his throat.
"Forgive me old friend but I can't have you blabbing," said a dark cloaked figure that seemed to step out of the shadows of the corridor itself.
"Now, give me the map." said the figure holding out a gloved hand in an expectant manner. the old man, in spite of the dagger in his throat, was Leaning against the wall for support and smiled as he pinched one of the many Charms woven into his beard earning an inaudible 'pop' as all his possessions, cloths, charms, satchels, all of it was gone in the blink of an eye. Leaving only the cold naked corpse of a seemingly feeble old man to continue to bleed out onto the floor of one of the only barren corridors of the Castle.
Very clever old friend, but I will find that map and with it break the seal on my master.
It was at that moment many miles away in one of the many caverns of the Under-dark that an old Wizard received the belongings of a dear friend letting him know that he had passed.