"After days spent among the ruins of Kings Bay—sleeping beneath shattered arches and dining on salted fish by firelight—the wayfarers felt the pull once more. The silence of the bay had spoken to them in dreams: whispers of a path old as the realm itself, winding toward the jagged peaks beyond the mists. Locals, few and wary, called it Dragon’s Fangs—a mountain black as coal, rising like spears against the sky. They said the wind screamed there, that nothing grew, and no birds dared circle its crown. But the wayfarers did not falter. With a cloak drawn tight and steel at the side, they departed at dawn, leaving behind the cold breath of the sea for the darker calling of stone and shadow. Whatever truths Kings Bay had buried, they knew it would be waiting in the mountain’s teeth." Excellent start! Time to move on to the next challenge

"The ship creaked and groaned as it cut through the mist-veiled sea, its black sails billowing like specters against the pale dawn. For days, the crew had spoken in hushed voices of Kings Bay, a place of myth and ruin, where stone towers once touched the sky and kings vanished into legend. The wayfarer stood at the prow, eyes fixed on the horizon, unmoved by the cold spray or the murmurs of fear. At last, the fog parted, revealing jagged cliffs that curved inward like a crown, and beyond them, the broken silhouettes of the ancient harbor. No banners flew, no voices called, yet the bay seemed to breathe—alive with the memory of blood, gold, and power. The ship drifted in silence toward the forgotten heart of the realm." Welcome to the initial stage for this adventure, big challenges are awaiting for you!!