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Fort Morninglord stands as a somber scar on the landscape of Elturgard, looming above the River Chionthar like a relic of dread. Once a proud bastion of the Order of the Companion, the fortress fell into infamy in 1476 DR, when every paladin within vanished overnight—no battle, no survivors, only a stone-sealed structure blackened by unknown forces. The High Observer declared it cursed, forbidding entry on pain of death. For over a decade, the keep lay untouched, sealed by divine and arcane rites. In 1489 DR, a new Elturian force established a perimeter camp, keeping watch over the hushed grounds. Rumors persist of faint cries from within, flickers of unnatural light, and strange dreams plaguing nearby patrols. Though the Companion’s light once graced this land, Fort Morninglord remains shrouded in spiritual malaise, an ever-present symbol of vanished righteousness and lurking damnation.

The keep's blackened stone glistens like scorched glass, its fused gates sealed tight, with no visible entrance. The surrounding grass grows sparse and brittle, and the air hangs heavy and silent. A ring of palisades and tents form the new garrison's encampment nearby, their banners limp in a windless hush. At dusk, the fort casts no shadow—only a dark, cold impression that chills the soul.