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.

Traveling in the deep insides of the Known World the group of adventurers come across yet another obstacle in their path. A big fissure, deep enough to never let them see the light of day ever again should they fall.

The thief in the party has successfully led the rest of the adventurers towards the bank’s vault. The heist is going smoothly so far. But now comes the hard part.

The party has learned from the wise People of the Sands of a hidden entrance to an old catacomb full of treasure. The passageway: an obelisk in the middle of the unforgiving desert.

The party has successfully tracked the entrance to the resting place of the three ancient warrior lords. They used to rule with an iron fist a small kingdom that is now just footnotes in the history books of the arcane library.

The fight with the Lava Kraken has just begun, and our brave heroes will have to first deal with the fiery appendages of the fearsome creature to make it come to the surface.

The adventurers have finally tracked the source of the icy spirits. It has lead them to a remote location in a place where not many set foot anymore.

As the weather starts to clear up, the group of adventurers decide to pack their belongings and once more resume their travels in the North.

The party has made their way to the imposing entrance of the Ice Queen fortress. But the door leading inside the ancient structure is well-guarded.

The brave warriors of old, forever sworn to protect their Queen, have been risen in eternal undeath. The cold might bite their old bones, but they have always been and will always be prepared to fend off any intruders who might harm their kingdom, no matter the circumstances.