You have ventured far into the desolate, unknown caverns of Raven’s Storm Mountain. The ever winding passages of this ancient rock descend into an inferno of heat and ash. As you continue forward, the sweltering temperatures force you to surrender your jerkin, then your shirt. Soon your wearing little more than breeches, sweat pouring from every pore. As you begin to give up hope, ahead you glimpse a door. Wrought of metals never before seen, black as ash and harder then steel, the portal sits. Hundreds of intricate carvings adorn this massive structure. Before thoughts of doom set in, the door splits and opens, the mountain shaking. Standing before you a man with a purple-white cloak and hair as sunbathed violets grins from underneath his low combed locks. He raises one, pale-as-snow, hand towards you…

“Welcome to the Vault.”