Decades ago, the mad archmage Zagyg built his fortress on the bluffs overlooking the Free City of Greyhawk.
Then, he disappeared, leaving the fortress swathed in mists and rumors.
For decades, the site has been the stuff of legend, an unreachable land, existing, but not existing, those daring to penetrate the fogs never returning.
Until now. In the 576th year since the proclamation of the Great Kingdom, in the 997th year since the Twin Cataclysms destroyed the Suel and Baklunish Empires, in the 1221st year of the Oerdian Chronicles, the mists surrounding the castle have lifted, attracting gold-and-glory hungry adventurers ready to test the rumors of the mad mage’s dungeons.
This is the story of one of those parties.