The adventurers have decided to take a well-deserved rest in a cabin along a beautiful lake.

Days of fun are had by all: games, drinks, and everything in between. But some of their fellow vacationers start to mysteriously disappear.

Mischievous spirits have taken hold of the nearby graveyard. Filled with seasonal joy they have started to bring the spirit of Halloween to their own graves.

Strange disappearances have been happening all over town. The poor folks go to the woods in search of supplies: medicinal herbs, food ingredients and other such things. But they never return.

It is said that there is a mysterious entrance to the Underworld in a remote island, still uncharted by anyone. After the last purge, most of the gates to the old underground civilization were sealed, destroyed so no one dared to enter that dark realm.

While adventuring inside the Fire Lord’s castle the party comes across a dangerous crossroads. It almost looks like the heart of the castle, the fiery lava below traversing through all the castle’s veins.

In a kingdom there are many checkpoints across the main roads. They serve as a way to keep bandits and other undesirable creatures away from the good people of the realm. Merchants also find them quite useful, for they help to bring their goods faster and more efficiently.

Through masterful bartering the party has acquired a map with the location of a very ancient Pharaoh’s tomb. Located deep in the hot desert’s sands the Tomb is said to guard amazing treasures of old.

Surrounded by the wilderness, the party of adventurers marches on to reach the next beacon of civilization.

Now tired by walking for hours on end, they look for a place to camp. Some remnants of other intelligent beings are found by them. But a careful examination doesn’t reveal anything useful.

The evil rulers of the Old Order have finally been defeated. The battle was long and difficult and not all our heroes made it out alive. Despite it all, smiles were drawn on the survivor’s faces and with a final hurrah they prepared to go into the sunset.

But their celebration must be cut short. A tremor is felt.

Foul experiments from mad scientists are wandering behind every corner of the dark temple. Born from an unholy ichor made from the most blasphemous materials, these creatures are created to serve their dark masters.