Dungeons

There is no turning back from the depths once inside. A muffled cry can be heard between the trees, along with the flapping of a thousand wings.

Conceited were they that ruled from so high yet stooped so low. This nexus of debased purity is the perfect place to find a vampire. Probably.

Here lies the floating throne room. Where the puppet masters of all this land’s woes dangle their strings. A fitting perch for those who fancy themselves gods yet wallow in rot.

The epicenter of the Dairy industrial complex, where many a cheesy adventurer has lost their whey. Beware the milk-crazed beasts and raw milky magic.

The birthplace of Milk Magic churns with chaos. Here, it's not just blood that curdles. A Creamy Surprise awaits the hero brave enough to enter this overthrown factory.

The deeper the forest goes the more unsettling the monsters become. Something in the air must be pushing them to insanity.. Dark magic or maybe the quality of the chicken.

An edifice of science and sorcery where horror was made manifest in the name of progress. Its many artifacts and experiments may lead us to what we seek.

The Futile Scribe was cursed to know all and understand nothing. His endless library may gift us insight... or damnation. A mask of stone whispers endlessly within.

Once home to some of the world's brightest and most talented mages. Now there is nothing but dark magic, vile familiars and those who seek to control them.

No sane intruder would dare talk louder than a whisper, in this labyrinth of book shelves and cursed tomes. Inhuman forms stalk the halls, seeking long overdue revenge.

Once a thriving haven, now a dumping ground for evil. A vampire is said to be the root of this evil, but we can find only mayhem and roast chicken.

An innocent looking bridge with an intimidating name. What could possibly go wrong?

In days gone by, corrupt officials skimmed off the top to line their pockets. Now all that remains is a maze of pipes, haunted by the huge golems which once protected this place.

This handsome little bridge seems perfectly safe to cross. Definitely better than swimming, anyway.

The village of Gorton, a sleepy, parochial place. Don't let its tranquil exterior fool you. This is a melting pot for heroes and heroines! An adventurer's terminus quo.

This bridge seems even smaller and quieter than the last one. No doubt this time it will be safe to cross in peace.