The Darkenfold

The Green Wizard took up his abode deep in the Darkenfold forest. And they called his fortress The Castle on the Hill. Coming soon...

Falling Waters

The deep valley opens up before you. Tumbled slopes slide down to the green froth of the falls and raging river below. A land of giants.

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On Top of the World

A vale of wonder and beauty. Once it housed the goddess Wenafar but now stands empty. Its magic promises wealth and power and life eternal.

A Witch's Tower

The ruins offer a refuge from the cold, the night and the ghosts hounding you. But the tower is known, for a witch once dwelt there . . .

Mountain Roads

The road leads high into the mountains, but it is narrow and the stone steps gripped by ice and snow. The going will be treacherous.

The Sea's Rise

Ealor of the Green Halls suffers not from sorrow in all his realm that is the sea, such that he batters the lands of men with his mirth.

Defend at all costs...

Lost in the mountains, you turn and see...

The Spartans

And the sun drenched the amber that was the Kingdom's strength and they knew that here, they could make their stand.

With a Heavy Air

The vale is quiet but for the tumbled noise of the stream's pure water. But there's more, a malevolence. It's palpable. Watching. Waiting.

Quiet Blue

The path, forest, and mist, all seem to blend one with the other. A damp air pervades. Hanging. Clinging. The still quiet calls to you.

The Blanket

The fog seems unnatural, held at the treeline below by some ethereal hand. But his trail passes through the trees and into the silence.

The Fall of Eastfold

Eastfold was a ruin. The hobgoblins left little but the walls. But beneath them, if luck held, the treasure was intact...

It is Yours! Reclaim it!

His rage lay waste with walls impenetrable, blanketed by the gentle hand of love's remains. Ash. Smoke. With blade in hand you must reclaim!

The Red God's Rage

The rage of Ornduhl the Red God consumed all the horizon, so that your  blades seemed small things and your sorcery bereft of power.

Hell's Tumult

In fiery tumult hell's lust unleashed. Burning with wild abandon. Laying waste. The tendrils of its hate touch the heavens.

Winter's Promise

It conjures memories of the Winters Dark and the long centuries. But as then, now, the cold must be forgotten and the journey carried on.

Air so Cold

You can taste the still air, cold patches of mist in the trees, hanging in the cold, obscuring all, promising nothing but terror and death.

In the Pale Moon Light

The stone towers of the inner keep were dark, all but for one light that cast a pale glow beyond the outer wall. Clearly you were not alone.