The year is 971, an age of ruin and plunder. The work of creation has given way entirely to the work of dismantlement. Beneath the shattered city of Vaelthorne, past its broken gates and collapsed towers, lies the Grim Gauntlet Beneath — a labyrinthine underworld of cursed vaults and horrors that have been unchained from whatever once held them. No one knows who built it. No one knows why its corridors rearrange themselves. Some say it was a prison for gods. Others say it was the treasury of an empire that collapsed all at once. On one thing there is agreement: for those who enter, it is a tomb. But it is also wealth that exceeds comprehension, relics of forgotten kings, and powers that have no mortal explanation. Many have entered. Most did not leave. Are you willing to go in anyway?