In the Iron Mountains, one range grows wider and taller than the rest. In the ancient tongue it is known as dar'ragar, but to men, it is the Ironheart. In ages past, cities were built in its long-empty caverns and stairs were dredged into its many faces. It was once a shining beacon, the center of the trade routes linking nine nations. Now, only the city of Last Bastion remains, the rest fallen to ruin or reclaim by the dark. Most do not walk the tombs and roads long left to the children of the mountain, leaving the caverns and peaks to their new rulers. And yet there, still, glittering in the dark and across the icy mountain's top, is something more enticing than gold: adventure.