"Your path leads you down a dank corridor and into a vast cistern. You must wade through dark, stagnant waters, your sloshing steps echoing into the dark forest of columns. The sound is answered by a louder splash and in the distance the water’s surface bulges over a shape rushing toward you."...

"The Harvester warns you that not all spirits are peaceful. Some of them burn with a rage they did not come by on their own in life. One night, you encounter a spectral animal – a Courser, you think at first, but no. This is no Courser, but a monster in Courser shape. Its eyes glow red with malice; its sk...

"Your hooves echo down a long stone corridor. You have entered what must be some kind of prison, but one with the most unusual cells: the chest-high doors would be an easy leap for any Courser, yet the skeletal remains of your ancient cousins are curled obediently inside. What was this place? Why didn’t i...

"Your hooves echo down a long stone corridor. You have entered what must be some kind of prison, but one with the most unusual cells: the chest-high doors would be an easy leap for any Courser, yet the skeletal remains of your ancient cousins are curled obediently inside. What was this place? Why didn’t its prisoners leave?" What an od...

"Legend says that the Harvester is more likely to come out during the full moon that bears his name. Do you wish to meet him under the Harvest Moon? Or do you shelter somewhere to stay clear of its blood-red beams?"----------After an exhausting descent, your party reaches what seems to be a dead end. A seamless wall blocks your path, but walking acros...

"You are rifling through the dusty clutter on an ancient workbench when you trip a mechanism by mistake. You brace yourself as the room seems to shift—no, rotate. All of the previous entrances to the chamber are now inaccessible, replaced by four new exits, each stinking of dust and stale air." fyre - 25...

"Sadly, your campaign ends here..." What an impossible shade of red.The bay's vision was foggy, his brown eyes half-lidded as he slumped against his smaller companion; his body was held up purely by the willpower of the smaller grey who tried to keep him on his feet...

"You step into a vast round chamber, sand crunching underfoot as you survey the area. Shadowy crowds gesture and lean in silently from auditorium seats high above you, and a Courser’s tattered silhouette circles you in the room’s center. You are in a soundless arena, challenged to a duel by a featureles...

"You are rifling through the dusty clutter on an ancient workbench when you trip a mechanism by mistake. You brace yourself as the room seems to shift—no, rotate. All of the previous entrances to the chamber are now inaccessible, replaced by four new exits, each stinking of dust and stale air." What a bizarre part of the dunge...