Many years ago, this part of the Realms of Man was ruled by a magic-user named Cyre, a man of great and mysterious powers. He ruled the lands from his mighty castle Stormshelm high in the northern foothills, sheltered by the crags of the Misty Mountains.

Cyre died after a long and peaceful rule, with no heir or successor to his fortune. Yet his enigmatic power seemed to stretch beyond the grave, for no one dared stake claim to his estate, and few dared even venture near the crumbling ruins of his citadel.

Now, centuries later, the outline of the broken towers can still be seen on a clear day from the edge of Mick's Bend, a farming village upstream from the garrison town of Threshold. The "Benders" trade on the legend, variously telling of hauntings, packs of wild dogs, and other such dangers along with copious treasure and magical artifacts ripe for the plucking, a destination at once forbidding and alluring. The lone inn is named the Wizard's Walk, and coin flows as freely as mead when Cyre's riches are the topic of the bard's nightly offering.

Every now and again, bands of adventurers come to the Wizard's Walk, but few have chosen to walk the path, and none have come back heavy-laden with riches. Perhaps you will be the lucky ones?