As the townsfolk lay nestled in their warm beds, a strange sound could be heard beneath the city of Frostfall. The guards and adventurers were oblivious to the scratching sounds as they slept soundly after a long eve of celebrations. While the sun rose over the horizon on the morning of the 18th day of Deori's Pleasure in the year 153, the alarms in the sleepy town of Frostfall began to blare, waking up every citizen for miles. Outside the caverns, beasts everywhere cackled with glees at the party's inability to reign inspiration. But the monsters rejoiced too soon . . .