The Fall of the Revenant Commander

The heavy silence of Argynvostholt returns as the spirit of Vladimir Horngaard departs his physical vessel. His armor, though ancient, remains a testament to the craftsmanship of the Order of the Silver Dragon. Scattered around the command chair are remnants of his former life: a masterfully carved statuette and a potion preserved by the cold. These items carry the weight of centuries of duty and a flickering hope that the valley might one day be free.