Long ago, in a time when the worlds of men were ruled by Wizards, the greatest Magi of all, Zagyg, built a mighty fortress. Overlooking the small town of Yggsburgh, on the heights of the Four Tors, Castle Zagyg became a place of power where the Mage worked his arcane sorceries. He wove spells of great wonder and explored the ethereal dimensions where even gods and men fear to tread. His power knew no match in those days of wonder. But, as all things end, so did the reign of Zagyg. Where he went, whether slain or lost, none could say. The good folk of Yggsburgh could only say that no power reigned in Zagyg. In time, the fortress and its dungeons became a haunted place of nightmare and terror. Strange lights beckoned from her high towers and the howls of cursed creatures could be heard on the windswept slopes of the Four Tors. Ever did men look upon that place with horror and dread.