For three thousand years, the Netheril Empire dominated Faerûn from wondrous citadels floating high above the land. Such was the power of the Empire that it seemed indestructible, and that—of course—was its undoing. Karsus, the greatest of the city's spellcasters, was so drunk on power that he tried to place himself among the gods themselves. He was cast down for his pride as was the Empire.
The vast deserts of Anauroch beyond Evereska are the graveyard of Netheril. Treasure hunters often venture out to seek their fortune, hoping to find gold, jewels, or long-lost magic artifacts. Beyond the environmental challenges of the desert and the rivalry of other hunters in a lawless land, they face a high likelihood of death thanks to Netherese creatures, traps, and ancient spells scattered across the sands. The Gilded Horseshoe is the last stop before the desert for many of these hunters. This golden cocktail with honey is often their last drink before they depart, and perhaps their last drink ever.