Vault of the Wailing Prince
Prince Targen Amaloss
Little now remember about Prince Targen Amaloss, but the testament to his madness remains to this day. A man of great ambition and even greater military prowess, Targen was born to the family of a blacksmith. At the age of eight, he was sent to the local monastery to become a priest, but not a year later, the high priest expelled the youth for blaspheme. Young Targen ran off and was not heard from again for seven years. When he finally resurfaced to history, it was with a blade in his hand, leading a small band of vicious mercenaries working for whatever local lord had the coin to pay for their services. In the following years, he carved a bloody name for himself, taking on the title of prince by marrying the daughter of a king, slain by his now sizable band of brigands. For a time, he settled down, but the bloodlust that he had become famous for soon returned. In a rage, he slew his closest lieutenant and his wife, convinced that they were having an affair. Shortle afterward he returned to the mercenary life, his trail of brutality and bloodshed lasting another eight years. In his final campaign, he laid siege to one of the largest cities in the land. He set up camp in an old fortress outside the city, blocking off every major overland trade route, intent to outlast the resilient community and claim it as his capital. Soldiers of the city captured outside its walls were dragged down into the vaults beneath his castle and tortured for days before being allowed to die. The prince himself grew frustrated in his lack of progress and was often seen wandering the castle muttering to unseen advisors and arguing with himself. To add to his apparent madness, a strange wailing could be heard coming from his personal quarters each night. As the weeks turn to months, his rage continued to mount until finally, Prince Amaloss led a charge on the main gate personally. In the ensuing battle, he was laid low by the shot from a ballista that pierced both the prince and his horse. The wailing prince, as his own troops had come to call him, was dead.
With the mad prince dead, his sadistic and cruel followers were easily dispatched and his wretched castle was razed to its founding stones. The people of the nearby city tried to forget the horrors of that conquest and return to the struggles of daily life. Over the years, they forgot his cruelty and wrath, but the vaults of the wailing prince remain, hidden beneath the rubble of his keep. Today the place has become a den for monsters of all sorts, but something far more sinister has taken root in the massive subterranean complex. Something that could threaten the entire countryside and beyond.