Traveling through the thick woods, the group of adventurers stumbles upon a still, glassy pond. Everything seems quiet, and the heroes use this opportunity to fill their flasks with fresh water.

There’s a wizard who went missing a long time ago. And over time, they were forgotten. But now the party of adventurers, in one of their many adventures in the dark corners of the Earth, has found them.

Drifting without any means to get back to sailing the vast sea, the party find themselves on a fog-shrouded archipelago of small islets.

The party arrives at a luxurious tropical resort, seeking rest after a grueling campaign. They lounge around in the pools while the staff served chilled juice, just right for this tropical heat.

The village elder has hired the party of adventurers to retrieve a stolen lock-box. The lock-box contains the town’s seasonal tax tribute and went missing when the elder was quite… well, drunk.

There was no other way around it, if they wanted to cross, powerful magic had to be used. And somehow, the spell worked. Despite the unstable magic in use, the wizard was able to manipulate the Earth itself to create floating islands for them to cross.

A desperate plea from the coastal village has sent the adventurers looking for an amulet said to keep the storms at bay. The amulet is rumored to be located inside a cave near the cliffs above the Pale Sea.

The party has need of the favor of the Sunken God. They are preparing for an upcoming quest, where they must journey underwater to find an important relic thought long-lost.

As such, they need some means to breathe underwater for long periods of time. Lucky for them, they hear rumors of a group of people who worships a deity from the depths.

Beneath the peaks of the mountains, a trade route vanished when a sudden blizzard came out of nowhere. When caravans failed to return, the city offered a generous reward to those who could unravel the mystery.

It was a normal night for the clerics of the Great Cathedral, rites were prepared for the day ahead, the floors were dusted, and they got into comfortable clothes to catch some shuteye.

Then the corpses buried in the catacombs began to come up the stairs. However, the undead weren’t looking for trouble. No, they came up to ask for help.