In the olden days, before times got tough and money no longer flowed but was held within the hands of those who horded and were always hungry for more, Castle Blackstone was no more than just decrepit forgotten ruins from some era long ago. No one knew how long it had been since it fell, nor why it was made. Only that it had always been there, since before the days of Emperor Julius or the short reign of the Onyxblade Rebellion.
Few dared ever go down, spare the occasional group of bold and brash teenagers or military patrol to recover the corpses of said teenagers. It wasn't until the current age, when the Capital City-State of Rim Fanathur succeeded in reviving trade/travel beteeen continents that anyone raised an eyebrow at the name of Castle Blackstone...
"Did you hear about the chest in the skeleton chamber?"
"What about the caverns full of lizard men... and that weird pond..."
"I've heard that they found ancient tomes, and machines from long before the eldest elders can remember."
"I heard the creator never left his labyrinthine complex."
The whispers were numerous in every working person's tavern, a chance to find treasure. A chance to no longer worry about how their children were to be fed.
Emyrhold's leadership noticed the incline in interest, and became fully aware of this new exploitable resource once people began bringing up old world master crafted weaponry, forgotten currencies, relics of unknown origin.
How dare the common lay person keep the product of their labor, they must pay proper taxes and give up the most valuable treasures... Castle Blackstone is the property of Lord Emyr Arudsen, for he had come to this land of Yax'lan to get rich... Whoevers blood needed to be spilled... Whatever means necesssry...
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