The adventurers have finally found it. Amidst thick forests they have found a portal to a plane beyond our own. To a realm of wild fairy magic and amazing creatures.
But the portal is an unstable creation, and arcane knowledge is needed to stabilize the ancient magics that have created it.
There always are dodgy things happening at city ports. Ask anyone about a any crime in a city and it will eventually lead you to the local port.
There’s a plane of existence where the most dangerous criminals in all the multiverse are held. In this plane, there are many prisons of different types. Each more punishing than the one before.
Far into their mountain trek, the adventurers have spotted an icy cave close to their position. Staying true to their nature, they decide to go investigate.
After the meeting took place and all the future heroes got together, the now adventurers have arrived to their first town.
The time to run is now, the heroes have fled the castle and now find themselves in the heart of the volcano once more.
The path now more dangerous than ever, they will find to be extremely careful or they will end up being a rather crispy snack for the monsters still trying to stop the adventuring party.
Winter is cold and very hard on most villagers: if the harvest season was not good then difficult times come once the snow starts falling down from the sky.
What other choice is there, then, for those who are less fortunate? Consecutive years of bad crops sometimes push those people to seek better lands. Maybe lands were the Gods of the Multiverse have not abandoned their people.
A group of vampires has taken residence in the passageways beneath the old library. They have spruced up the place and now they have a nice, cozy lair all to themselves and their faithful ghouls.
The cold weather of Winter has finally arrived to the city and it has brought with it the usual snowstorms and dry skin. Luckily for the nice citizens, they’ll likely take refuge inside their brick homes.
There are strange chants coming from deep inside the marshlands. Lately there’s been talk of a new cult worshiping a fringe God whose name has been lost to time.