The Blackwind Fortress.
It was the residence of the Royal family of the Darkshore Kingdom.
A convoy of four verdant carriages braked to a hall just before its huge gates created from pure darksteel. Unlike the other castles previously visited by Adrian, no platoon of guards enamoured with their royal colours or maids with exotic beauties came out to welcome him. The Royal Palace of Kraten was an exception of course
The atmosphere was as silent as silent could be. The old man driving the Emerald carriage, the carriage different from the other three hopped down to the ground before opening the carriage door.
Adrian stepped out of the carriage. His eyes scanned through the whole castle, from left- to right, from top- to bottom. The whole fortress was lustrous, reflecting the little moonlight that sneaked through the dark clouds.