At the farthest reach of the jagged coastline, where the sea roars against black stone, stands a colossal castle clinging to the cliff’s edge. Its spires pierce the clouds like the bones of a dead god, and its halls echo only with the wind’s mournful cry. Long abandoned by men, the keep has become the domain of something older — living statues of winged stone, whose eyes glow faintly when the moon rises.

They wait in silence, watching the mists for travelers foolish enough to stray near. The moment one crosses the threshold, the gargoyles stir, unfolding from their perches in showers of dust. None who enter the Gargoyle Keep are ever seen again... save for their hollow-eyed forms, carved into the walls as if the stone itself had swallowed them whole.