The dungeon walls echoed with the heavy thud of paws against stone, the sound growing louder, more menacing by the second. The party sprinted through the narrow corridors, their breaths ragged, the cold air burning in their lungs. Behind them, the beast snarled, its low growl echoing through the halls, sending shivers down their spines.    It wasn’t just any wolf chasing them—it was something far worse. I...

The party made their way back to their makeshift camp, tired and bruised from their recent perilous exploration of a nearby pit. The encounter with the talking stone walls, the swarms of biting insects, and the sudden drop into darkness had drained them of energy. The thought of resting at camp, if only for a brief moment, kept them moving forward.   As they rounded the last corner and the familiar glow of the...

The party stumbled as they approached a fork in the dungeon. Before them, two stone doorways rested, each adorned with a carved face in the rock. On the left, a grotesque figure smiled broadly, its jagged stone teeth chipped and cracked, yet the grin radiated a twisted kind of warmth.    On the right, a frowning face glowered down at them, its brow furrowed in deep lines, as though carved by the weight of cen...

The party advanced into a narrow, dark corridor that opened into a massive cistern, its ceiling disappearing into darkness. The stinky air was thick with the smell of stagnant water and decay, making each breath feel heavy. A cumul of stone columns rose from the murky depths, their surfaces worn smooth by the passage of time. The water itself was dark and still, untouched for centuries, save for the faint ripples stirred by the party’s hesitant footsteps.   Dacite, her hooves...

The party cautiously entered a new chamber, its oppressive silence broken only by the echo of their hooves. The moment they crossed the threshold, a sickly green haze hung in the air, swirling lazily as if alive.    Almost immediately, the stench hit them—a foul, acid odor that clung to their nostrils and made their stomachs churn. It was the smell of decay, of rot that had settled into the bones of the dun...

The party continued, after the joke had been cracked neither Dacite nor Darling had said anything else. Halfway across the bridge, however, Flake froze. Their large ear could hear the faintest crack and-!   Before they could finish, a low rumble echoed from the depths below. The wood beneath Flake’s cracked.   Cass's heart leapt into his throat.    "Move! Now!"   Flake didn’t need to be told twice. With a quick, fluid motion, th...

The dungeon's air was thick with tension as the party stood at the edge of a yawning abyss. The wood bridge they needed to cross, slick and weathered from centuries of decay, was narrow—no more than a foot across—and stretched out over the void like a cruel joke. There were no railings, no safety measures. One misstep, and any of them would plummet into the dark, never to be seen again.   "We have no other choice"    Dacite muttered, her voice steady but low...

The party stood breathless in the dim lit chamber, the torches were flickering against the damp stone walls. The door they had entered from had slammed shut after Flake had stepped on a trap rock, sealing them inside.   Before they had time to process their situation, they heard a click and a low rumble began to echo through the room, followed by an ominous grinding of stone against stone. The walls, lined wit...

“Hey! Over here! I think I found an exit!”   Cass shouted, as the walls keep on cramping over them, almost making the whole party a bunch of pancakes. Was it true? Did he find an exit to this nightmare? Flake had had such a nice morning, how did they end up here?   ___   Flake had grew up in the outskirts of one of the low level dungeons, the Fellstone Catacombs. A place surrounded by great mystery, whispered in local legends as a site of great...