Zalva emerged from the fiery depths of Mount Zul. Or so they say. What is known to the Vaulter tribefolk that dwell around those parts is that any flow of melted stone past their homes usually coincides with the sounds of hissing and incantations. These were the stories told to Vaulter children for centuries, to ensure they slept early at night, and waved off by adults as simply children’s bedtime stories. It wasn’t until the cataclysm had taken place that the stories then began to take shape. More Vaulters swore they saw the lava flows take on the shape of a snake, with rattling staff in hand. With the arrival of the colonists, it was myth no more. He has been summoned on numerous occasions to lay waste on any outpost he is instructed to do so. But at what price?