The Tomb of Vaerûn

The tomb door grinds open and a green glow creeps toward you, cold as death itself. The corridors are strewn with the bones of those who came before, neatly arranged as though someone prizes them. In the distance a light pulses to the rhythm of a heartbeat that belongs to no living heart.

The seals that held Vaerûn de Grafheer in his grave for a thousand years are weakening, and with every crack his army of skeletons and spectral lords stirs deeper in the tomb. A frightened scholar knows the way in but lacks the courage to go; he presses a half-rotted map into your hands and points into the dark. The lich gathers souls, drop by drop, and he already smells yours.

You descend through a deadly dungeon: shifting traps, halls full of guardians that wake at every misstep, and riddles that open or bar the way to the crypt. Somewhere in the depths the phylactery lies hidden, the vessel in which Vaerûn keeps his soul, and as long as it stays whole, he cannot truly die.

The twist: the phylactery is not where the legends claim, and the scholar above has not told you everything. When you stand before Vaerûn de Grafheer on his throne of bones, you must destroy his phylactery while he turns the dead against you, and seal the tomb forever before his thousand-year sleep becomes an eternal waking.