Deep within the heart of Wyrmhollow Wood, choked beneath ancient roots and the weight of time, lies the Bastion of Varnak the Red. Once a mighty fortress built to tame the wilds, it now stands as a crumbling monument to hubris. The great warlord Varnak the Red sought to carve a kingdom from the untamed woodlands, but nature—and something far older—had other plans.
What remains of his stronghold is a labyrinth of sunken halls, treacherous ruins, and restless dead, swallowed by the very forest he sought to subjugate. Few who enter its depths return, and those who do speak of eerie whispers, shifting shadows, and the unyielding grip of something ancient beneath the earth.