Storyline

Finally! That old Neverquaker has finally passed away! However, it would be a shame for his fortune to go to waste, and I would not mind putting it to good use myself. After all, that old decrepit man never got along with anyone, I don't even know if he had a family so most likely there is not any heir to take his money. To his abandoned tower at once! I said while unaware of the trials that awaited me. It turns out this damn tower is as cursed as his own fate for even a magician such as myself has trouble navigating this place; my trusted magic barely works and even a simple light spell becomes very unstable in here. Luckily my enchanted clothes can still protect me from any harm. I must get to the top where his treasure is and flee as soon as I can, for I even feel my own sanity crumbling every minute I'm here...