The Atlantic discussion

A dark fortress made of the blackest of stones, pulled right from the roots of the war, where the seven rulers dwell. The most dangerous warriors, hunters, and men in the lands beyond feast in their enemies' sorrow and pain.
This cursed fortress is surrounded by a dark, misty canyon as black as ink. In the bottom of this pit rests a river of pure black waters, which if drunk, will cause the plague of insanity to course through this victim's veins and burn down the mind to useless.
Whoever is wise, will never speak of this spot in the black lands alone.

Shade entered the fortress limping, almost bleeding out.

He went to the grey tombs, to see if he got some help

((Cont. in Grey Tombs))