Like a tree rising from the earth the Death Knight Castle rises from the stones of the Plinith mountain on a spire made of brimstone and rock. A formidable sight to the travelers who chance by where it is hidden. These travelers will gaze upon a lonely bridge that connects this secret Castle to the outside world, a thin entrance that is easily defended from marauding bandits, Blood-Mages, and demons intent on the destruction of the growing Death Knights. But few are foolhardy enough to attack a place with such strong defenses, that is if they are able to find it.
The sounds of swords clashing and novices groaning from sore muscles and hard taskmasters can be heard throughout the castle. Curses fly between rivals and jovial laughs are traded between friends. But under all of that are the whispers of the castle itself. The secrets it keeps, it keeps well. But some trainees have found a few of them.The passageways hidden in walls and safe rooms found through clever puzzles and riddles. Some are smart enough, or foolish enough, to explore the abandoned floors of a castle so big even the new ranks of the Death Knights cannot fill it. It is even questioned if some rooms have ever been occupied.
Stories are told to the newest recruits of the ghosts who haunt it, of the life flow the stones themselves have. They are warned to never venture out at night for they might never be seen again. And in hushed, awed tones the older children and teens tell of how, if the castle is ever attacked, the castle itself will fight.
But this, of course, is only a silly old child's tale. Something to make the younger ones feel safe as the wind howls through the towers. As demons scream in the distance and other things best left unmentioned moan and growl in the darkness.
