A red mist cloaks the great fortress of bone and Blackstone, shielding it from both the Unfallen and the prying eyes of the Peak. The massive gate that leads into the Hold remains open in direct, pride-tinged defiance as if to say, "Try your best."
- Maeleaus, God of Protection
Whispers of Haven
- A few Gravehunters have started searching for a relic of the ex-Angel of Protection, a shield perhaps?