In the heart of a sprawling forest where colossal trees glow with faint turquoise patterns, a hidden fortress of ancient stone rises from roots wrapped in moss and creeping ivy. Ethereal wisps drift through the air, guiding daring adventurers toward a moonlit courtyard guarded by silent, living statues. Narrow corridors lead deeper into the fortress, where shattered stained- glass windows cast prismatic light on damp flagstones, revealing centuries of forgotten history. Beyond a secret door concealed by intricate vine- carvings, a winding staircase descends into a subterranean vault lit by flickering witchfire torches. Within lies a treasury of relics: a golden chalice humming with protective magic, a braided scepter whose crystalline tip crackles with arcane lightning, and an ornate breastplate etched with runes said to defy even a dragon’s breath. aidmabaldursgate3
