The Sentry's Silent Echo

The clatter of heavy steel echoes through the hollow expanse of the throne room as the enchanted guard collapses into a heap of mundane metal. Resting upon the dais of the vampire lord, you find relics of a decadent and dark regime, some once belonging to visitors who never left and others harvested from the very magic that animated the steel sentinel. The crimson velvet of the chamber hides riches meant for a court that no longer breathes.