Echoes of the Titanic Ruin

The smoke of a thousand sorceries still hangs heavy over the Valley of Graves. Here, the vanguard of the High Elves met the legions of the Void God in a final, cataclysmic stand. The earth is no longer soil but a mixture of ash, blood, and the splintered remains of magical armaments. Amidst the rusted heaps of standard-issue steel lie artifacts of legend, discarded by owners who no longer have need for the things of this world. Scavenging these spoils requires a strong constitution, for the very air hums with the residual echoes of reality-warping spells. Only heroes of the highest order could hope to tread this hollowed ground and claim the remaining treasures without succumbing to the spiritual weight of the carnage.