While the surrounding settlements were constantly under assault, Thraben and its immense cathedral remained relatively safe. Small towns grew away from Thraben on Gavony’s rocky moors. Small groups of trees stained the hills and moors of the province.

With the disappearance of Avacyn, the geists of the dead rose in bunches to torment the living. As there were more dead buried here than elsewhere, Gavony was full of growing hordes of the undead. Skaab stitchers and deadcallers carry out their wicked trade within the walls of Thraben, while secret cults conspire to serve demonic powers.

Mikaeus, the revered Lunarch, tried to keep the people of Gavony calm, but this was a speck of dust compared with the light of Avacyn. Without the grace and guidance of the archangel, his power waned, and depended too much on the Thraben holy warriors who fought werewolves and vampires with silver and steel. Mikaeus frantically tried to solve the mystery of the disappearance of Avacyn, but darkness fell as time ran out.