Siebenbur is famously known for its terrifyingly vicious monsters and only the ones who searched for a challenge would venture here so freely. Faint lights illuminated the cavernesque halls, which twisted and turned for miles before reaching a dead end at the centre of the abandoned ruins. Adventurers who had traversed throughout the whole expanse of this stony labyrinth centuries before declared the heart of it the Final Fortress.
Its walls told ancient stories past in intricate, almost delicate, designs who in turn were unfairly marred by Time's rancorous claws.
David had resigned his troops to setting up camp within the confines of the Final Fortress, leaving orders to keep a heavy nightwatch in case of enemies. To their dismay, he chose to wander through the corridors, admiring the advanced artistry of the walls and stopping to examine anything particularly interesting. It was then that a brief but distinctly red glint came into view down a hall, drawing the Marquis' attention away from the hopelessly scattered history.