In the deepest of the cursed forest, where a proud throne surrounded by dragons once stood, the lair of the archaic sorceress still stands, its walls yet shine with the fire of that fateful day when her power was sealed and so her life was, condemned to shackles knelt where her throne once was she is unable to die, surrounded by the bones of her old acolites. Her crime? learning the secrets of the arcane therefore obtaining the power forbidden to all mortals, especially of her humble low origin.