The party has need of the favor of the Sunken God. They are preparing for an upcoming quest, where they must journey underwater to find an important relic thought long-lost.

As such, they need some means to breathe underwater for long periods of time. Lucky for them, they hear rumors of a group of people who worships a deity from the depths.

Beneath the peaks of the mountains, a trade route vanished when a sudden blizzard came out of nowhere. When caravans failed to return, the city offered a generous reward to those who could unravel the mystery.

It was a normal night for the clerics of the Great Cathedral, rites were prepared for the day ahead, the floors were dusted, and they got into comfortable clothes to catch some shuteye.

Then the corpses buried in the catacombs began to come up the stairs. However, the undead weren’t looking for trouble. No, they came up to ask for help.

The storm was more than the adventurers could handle. It took them by surprise, and in just a few moments, all their surroundings were full of water.

A former dockhand, whose brother vanished after stealing a manifest from a notorious smuggling syndicate, has hired the group of adventurers to help them.

There’s a treasure buried deep within the Earth. And the only way to enter the hot, labyrinthian corridors that lead to it are hidden away in the middle of a dangerous volcano.

The party has entered the ancient ruins. They’ve successfully overcome many challenges in their way. And many monsters they have slayed.

But there’s just one more test of skill they must pass before they’re able to reach the fabled treasure at the end of these ruins.

Still lost, the adventurers trek through the forest without a clear direction. They’ve been traveling for days now, and are nowhere near finding their way.

It all started in a crossroads, the bard insisting the group should take a right turn. It seemed the right choice at the time. Nobody questioned the decision. But soon enough they came to the realization that something was wrong.

The adventurers have had some very stressful weeks. Encounter after encounter has left them with broken bones, deep cuts, concussions, and unfortunately, one death.

The group of heroes entered the icy cave where the dragon made its lair. The frost-covered shield of the paladin raised up in anticipation for the fight to come, the rest follow behind.