A rugged landscape of windswept hills and sheer, craggy outcrops, the Flintcliffs mark the last threshold before the towering Iron Mountains. Scarred by time and erosion, these cliffs are riddled with labyrinthine cave networks, many of which remain unexplored.

It was within these cold, echoing tunnels that the last devotees of the Sunderking sought refuge after his fall eight centuries ago, their cult dwindling into whispers and forgotten rites. Some claim the descendants of those zealots remain, hidden deep within the earth, keeping the old faith alive in secret shrines. Others swear that something far older than the Sunderking stirs within the deepest caverns, waiting for the day when the world above grows silent once more.