Iphilleus stared intently at the pages that lay before them. The words “The Harvester” was scrawled in chicken scratch. This thing was nothing more than a pumpkin with legs and arms reminiscent of that of the soulless suits of armors. The image made Iphilleus’ skin crawl. There was just something that was a perfect amount of off that made Iphilleus want to turn tail and run. But they couldn’t resist reading more about them. The book began to describe details of how on the harve...

Iphilleus took a deep breath as they stepped foot into the dungeon. They could not shake off the foreboding feeling of being preyed upon. No matter where they looked, they felt that eyes bore deep into their soul, knowing all of their weaknesses and their next moves. It was not of their own volition that they dared enter the dungeon, but rather it was the fact that the dungeon was where magic and magic items were best found. And thus here Iphilleus was, hoping that they did not have to ventur...