The Prophecy Is Fulfilled
The Spire of Quetzel
A mysterious dream leads you to a spire housing a dead sorceress and her undisturbed treasures.
Retrieve the lost treasure of a long-forgotten sorceress!
"That city burnt to brands and scarred ash,
Now home to wolf and ghost, there she did dwell.
T'was there, by subtle art and brutal lash,
The Demon-Queen made rule, and ruling, fell,
And falling, slept, yet not, for dead tongue's tell;
What dying; dreams, when dreaming; may awake,
And sleeping, live, yet dead. So sleeps Quetzel,
And thirsts for taste her dry tongue cannot slake,
For life and breath, a fast she dreams to break."