Deep in the Northern Wastes, beyond frozen tundra and broken volcanic plains, lies a black tower. It stands sentinel over the collapsed chaos gate, surrounded by the raw stuff of chaos that spews forth. Its roots lie deep in the tortured earth, and its height can only be guessed at, so shrouded is it in the swirling black clouds. It is Malkorax, the Tower of Chaos.

It is beyond mortal reckoning when the tower was created, or for what purpose. Some say it is intended to be a staging point for the final chaos invasion, others a sort of waypoint between the realm of chaos and that of the material plane. Whatever entity constructed the tower did so from materials not of this world. It is made of a black rock with an oily luster, and it is imbued with the ability to resist the transmuting force of chaos. It is not immune, however, for nothing can defy the power of chaos, especially so near the gate.

Deep within the bowels of the tower a circle of sorcerers chants endlessly, feeding power to the stones, staving off the brunt of the corrupting force, but change is inevitable. Doors open where none were before. Some lead to a new chamber in the tower. Some lead directly to the Void. Some open a portal to the far reaches of the old world. Entire rooms or even levels of the tower disappear, only to reappear days later. Daemons and other bizarre creatures materialize and fade from one moment to the next. Beware, for the Tower is vast... it hides many secrets.