As the party goes through the woods, they glimpse an opening in the rocky walls before them. After some time, the group successfully removes all the rocks blocking the entrance.

As they make their way up and up towards the sky, the party now must traverse some lush floating islands.

It is said that once, many centuries ago, these lands were part of the World below. But powerful wizards were able to build an aerial society that lasted for generations.

The party has gotten wind of strange happenings in a run-down building close to the edge of the city. This derelict building has seen better days, yet it now seems to have some new inhabitants.

An old abandoned mine has been uncovered following the terrible sandstorm from yesterday.

The local townsfolk have taken up task of setting up a perimeter. For these buried places often hide things of unspeakable horror and strange creatures have been seen coming out of the mine’s depths.

Now the heroes have reached the old graveyard that the mad governor has spoken of. This hallowed ground holds beneath its ground the most ancient of citizens of the dark town.

Traveling in the wilderness, the party must once again make cross a river to reach their destination. Thankfully for them, it seems the bridge is in no danger of collapsing this time.

As the adventurers make their way through the dungeon, they come across a dangerous chamber. Filled with fiery hatred, the ancient spirit locked in this room demands retribution of whoever dares disturb their eternal torment.

As they travel in this land submerged in Winter, the party comes at a crossroads on their path onwards to their next destination.

The stench of decay fills the room. Eight wooden tables arranged in a circle hold an inert body each, bloody blankets covering the horrific sight of death and putridness.

In the middle of the room, a strange object spins and swivels in its axis, filled with what seems to be pure, concentrated arcane magic.

Long ago, in an era long lost, several labyrinths stood across the land. They celebrated an old and powerful God, who in ages past commanded the devotion of entire nations. Now, the God is all but forgotten, and his places of worship have fallen prey to the decay of time. His church a fringe religion at the best of times, a despised cult at worst.