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.

A disturbance was felt across all the planes of existence. Powerful magic users of, well, everywhere knew of its unexpected reappearance. The artifact that could shape reality as we know it.

An evil cult has been kidnapping the unsuspecting villagers. They take their victims deep into the swamp to offer them to their dark deity.

Under a large hill, a vast cavern is the home of a deadly tribe of creatures. They have been wreaking havoc all around the area, stealing supplies from caravans and attacking innocent townsfolk. They must be stopped.

There are tales of a strange place at sea, where vessels of all kinds have been missing. Determined to find the truth, a group of adventurers set sail to uncover the secret.

The heroes have been hired to protect the mined gold. It’s been a laborious task, but most of the carts are full and ready to go.

The adventuring party has entered the great, living castle. Its rooms are vast and the hallways long. The ceiling almost impossibly high. It’s a place where ancient magic permeates every stone.

The adventurers have gone to the snowy mountains, the journey ahead is long and full of dangers. The biting cold makes their movements slow, and their muscles weak.

The adventurers have decided to investigate the giant tree trunk in the forest. It has a doorway, inviting them to go into its depths.

They go inside, and down they go a spiral staircase made of bark. The journey seems long, but they are able to reach the bottom.