Hidden within the Kartse Plains, lie the crumbling remains of anceint ruins. Withered away by the forces of nature, wind chipping at the stone walls and moss growing upon the decrepit remains, the tragedies of the past have been lost to time itself. Nobody remembers of the kingdom brought to ruin, of its culture and legacy. It is but an idle tradition, to speak of the city that only sleeps. Kingdoms war, trade commences, adventures brave horros to discover untold treasures. The ruins are of idle concern. The proliferating undead that roam within crypts and leftover tombs are of little interest to grave robbers and adventurers. Anything of value has long been taken or wasted away. Yet the ruins claim dozens every year. Would-be treasure hunters filter in, not for the trinkets or baubles of the bygone era, but for the mystery that lay deepest within the ruins. The depths of the ruins hold questions that have yet to be answered, of what lay underneath, and of what.. the ruins did not yet forget..