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.

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.