ew choose a life on the outskirts of Darkmoon, whose dim, mist-laden forests are prowled by feral beasts, reeking trolls, and the restless souls of the dead. Fewer still possess the steely will to venture into the haunted ruins of the once-great Dwarven kingdom. For those brave enough to claim them, treasures surpassing the dreams of princes rest beneath the rocky slopes of Droskar’s Crag, but so too does an ancient evil. Sibilant whispers ride the vale winds after nightfall, jumbled promises of doom, blasphemy and rot hissed from the darkness beneath the mountains. From deep below the earth come soul-shredding abominations, and as these unspeakable horrors rise, the lesser denizens of the Dwarven ruins are forced to the surface.
—The Pathfinder Chronicles