From a time of forgotten histories, its face is worn and unrecognizable, though atop it, are the remnants of a crown. Thick vines wrap its legs and waist. They twist around its arms and the sword it holds as if in restraint. Gashes, each longer than your arm, like those that might be made from enormous talons, crisscross its shoulders. What manner of creature has perched there? A plaque at its feet, almost entirely hidden by the brambles, reads, “The King is silent, for he was corrupt. He is now bound. His mouth is shut.” 7th-level characters will be provided.