Only fools and paladins dare walk the deep-hidden paths in the heart of the ruined City. For horror haunts those paths, nightmares older than human memory: the agony of a crucified Goddess, and a writhing darkness demanding sacrifice from every seeker who enters.

“Beneath a sky where circling moons meander
Amid the stars of Taurus’ teeming cluster
Broods a dim city older far than Luxor,
Its walls and halls more ruinous, though grander.

“Deep in its heart, within a warded chamber
Which only fools and paladins dare seek,
Upon a throne of granite gray and bleak
Its final King sits wrapped in timeless slumber…”

Grown certain the poet spoke of the old city beyond the Mist, The Garret Gang has followed its clues to a long-sealed door hoping to wake the King as an ally. But horror guards the threshold, hundred-armed and Gorgon-eyed. Can they win through to reach the King? If they succeed, will waking him bring the help they seek, or unleash further peril? And can all this be done before the circling moons break alignment and the Syzygy ends?

Who will walk the razor’s edge separating Fools and Paladins…and who will fall?