An old dragon wishes to die, but will not go silent. He sends word across the planet that he challenges the world's greatest warriors and mages to a duel to the death. The winner takes his riches, knowledge, and power and it cannot be taken away unless freely given. You are his 96th challenger.

[Saturday, November 4, 2487 - 2:17 PM] You stand at the base of the Obsidian Peaks, where jagged volcanic rock pierces the ash-gray sky. The air reeks of sulfur and ancient magic. Behind you lie the camps of ninety-five failed challengers—some returned broken and humbled, others never returned at all. The dragon's lair is carved into the mountain's heart, and as you begin your ascent along the winding path of blackened stone, you see them: bones. Not human bones, but the remains of dragons, dozens of them, embedded in the rock face like monuments to a forgotten war. The ancient one called Karthemor the Undying has outlived his entire species. A deep, resonant voice echoes from within the mountain, shaking loose pebbles from above: "NINETY-SIX. I smell your determination... and your fear. Enter, little mortal, and show me if you possess what the others lacked."