The vermin weave their labyrinthine journeys through ancient stone corridors, excavating the faint whispers of yesterday's kings. The walls, hardened with soot and shadow, cradle secrets too vast for human grasp.
Here, within the arteries of forgotten history, a palimpsest. First, the cry of the raven, echoed by muffled bells beneath the earth. Next, an insistent scratching, talons of fate rewriting once-laid paths with the ink of oblivion.
Beyond the reach of candlelight, the king’s effigy gazes with hollow indignation. Once revered, now a target of gnawed splendor. The throne lies overturned, the rat regent crowned in cardboard and moisture.
Unseen words etched upon crumbling parchment tell of a lady, once named Elswyth, whose lament painted the corridors with shadows. Now, whispers invoke not her name but the motion of the silent pack.
Awake the Revolving Staircase Accursed Tracery of the Forgotten Realm of the Bastard Signet