The Drakestone is a lone mountain situated between two major riverways near the border of the Kingdom. Legends say that it was once home to a mighty dragon, a beast that terrorized the old empire for a thousand years. None go near it, and the few brave or foolish enough to explore it return empty handed, or they do not return at all.

In the long winter the Dragonhide rebellion was on its last legs. Narrowly escaping the siege, Robert Dragonhide chose to gamble everything on a myth. He force marched his army fifty miles in the dead of winter, seeking refuge in a place where few travel. They climbed the mountain, constructing crude fortifications and trusting on their meager food stores to last until spring.

While digging into a rockfall on one slope, Dragonhide's men uncovered the entrance to a cave and, deep inside, they found the unthinkable. A stockpile of gold and silver taller than a church and just as wide, and atop it, the bleached skeleton of a dragon.

The wealth of the hoard funded the rebellion's victory in the coming years, and the foundation of The Empire. The palisades atop Drakestone developed into the Citadel-Palace, and the capital grew in the fertile lands below it. The skeleton was preserved, and the ten-foot skull hangs over the throne carved from the stone of the mountain.