Long ago, powerful wizards bent the planet to their will and created floating cities and landscapes. Time passed, a their magic waned, leaving their creations in ruins.

The snowy mountains are a place of danger for any kind of unprepared adventurer. There are many measures to be taken if you wish to survive the wilderness.

All kinds of gear to have at the ready, enough rations to last the journey and most importantly: the mental determination to be victorious before any kind of struggle.

The group has descended to Hell. A place of madness, blood and gore. They’re here to rescue a wayward soul that was wrongfully bound to this plane.

Indescribable beings hound them from all around, trying to make their mortal souls stay down here forever.

Traveling for days without knowing where they are, the adventurers decide to find a river and follow it until they find civilization once more. The plan was solid, until they come across a bifurcation in the body of water.

The group has been traveling the Depths for the past few days. Their supplies are low and in dire need of buying a few potions, food, and perhaps a nice meal.

The voyage didn’t go as planned. Without notice the ship was attacked and in all the commotion the adventuring party lost valuable allies and gear.

Still, it seems luck was on their side, for at the very least they were able to survive the cannon onslaught.

A forgotten temple can be found amidst the thick jungle. A place where powerful warriors of ancient times have their final rest.

A certain bard of ill-renown has been captured once again by a large band of marauders. In any other scenario, the party would rather leave said bard to their fate. But this time it’s different.

The strange cult had been gaining power for a while. Everything was going according to plan and the faithful acolytes were getting ready for the endgame.

A cold adventure awaits our brave heroes. The freezing winds making their bones creak, they push forwards against all odds.