Once upon a time, at the end of the world, where the mapped continent ends and the bottomless sea begins, stood a desolate castle, carved out of solid black rock far above where the salty ocean foam slams into knife sharp cliffs. Legends speak of a great leader. But there is no one left to tell its tale any more. Fact is, there is hardly anyone left in these barren lands at all.

The castle. long since deserted and overgrown by thistle and brush, holds but one item. Left in the now silent throne room, over the stairs to the throne, hangs a large oil painting depicting a portrait of a once great leader. In the portrait’s center, tall and pale, stands a queen, her long black sprawling hair covers her royal armor. In her left hand she seems to be holding broken iron shackles, and in her right hand, the book of law and common rule. Behind her, an army of undead soldiers are seen to be bowing to her.

The undead plague a small farmstead village, and It's up to you to track down the source of the curse.

Ghouls, experiments gone bad, ghosts and crazed adventurers lost in the halls are only a few of the dangers facing you in the ancient ruins.