Eledryll

Countless hours, unending work, the hushed sound of thousands of footsteps amidst the wooden halls. You can barely imagine the true value that holds the Corridor of Many Records.

The hammers fell rythmically on the hot anvils' surface. Metallic clings echoing through the gargantuan chambers of the Arkynforge. Fire and steel, stone and crystal.

You never know when you'll need a good old fashion army camp for your campaign, with reinforced palisades, ditches, watchtowers and plenty of tents to take a well deserved nap.

You found yourself deep beneath enemy lines, in the bowels of the ground. The walls around you pulse in rythm with the distant pumping of an abnormally sized heart. The air vibrates with the constant buzzing and gurgling of unearthly creatures.

Undisturbed by sunlight, these sprawling caverns have a distinct touch of Faerie. In spite of the lack of sunlight, a rich variety of flora managed to develop down there.

In the dim glow of the moon lit windows, you approach the table of the count. It was set for nine people. You wonder if the other guests will be as delightful as he is between his fits of feverish monologues.

Over the crumbled rempart, a decrepit bastion barely stands, reclaimed by roots and vines. Its cracked walls let you peer inside at the stiffled corridors and the silent rooms. A proud lord and his family lived here, before the "incident".

The long winding path slithers amidst the muddy thicket. Tracks of carts and various forest animals are still imprinted in the soil. Vestiges of broken wheels and forgotten equipment litter the road. You hear a distinctive howl in the distance.

The lighthouse on Blackreef was built on top of a harpy nest destroyed ages ago by adventurers of old. The place is surely a little decrepit and ominous, but it does its purpose well enough.

The ravine fell silent as you passed through the remnants of decrepit and long forgotten fortifications. Corrugated shields and plate armor litter the ground, their mission of protecting whoever carried them evidently failed.

You huddle together around the dancing flame wavering in the dark. As you try to cheer yourself up, you cannot but hear hostile murmurs behind the creeping fog, getting louder and louder still.

The frigid snow eats at your skin, gnawing and lashing at your face. You can barely press on the road by this winter. Alas you must keep on. Each hour you lose is an hour your enemies gain on you.

Buried deep in the bowels of the earth, deep within the memory of men, lies an army in wait. Half aslept through its eternal vigil. An army made of bones and gold, of ivory and corrugated iron.

As you make your way through the cavernous gullet, you can hear acid dripping from the exposed stone above your head. Everything here can be lethal danger, from the caustic pools to the bottomless pits.

Back on the cobblestones of Cellworth Street you inquire about the dark dealings and insidious happenings in the neighbourhood. No dice for your investigation so far...

The impenetrable hedge taunts you to come closer, to defy it ; its verdant, emerald-like leaves hiding sharp thorns. The gothic maze conceals all manner of strange beings, traps and treasures alike.

Today's session of the Council is of paramount importance, as a grave matter shall be discussed. For once, the ups and downs of trade, the needs of the aristocracy, the fleeting demands of faraway countries... will be glanced over.

The air is stiffling, charged with putrid fumes and the musty scent of sewage water. Dead animals and cast away litter flow alongside the narrow edge, washing away with everything this city has forgotten.

The long winding rocky road finally gives way to a breath-taking vista. Towering over the fathomless abyss below, the cliff bears the offerings of many travelers, humbly left at the foot of an old, anonymous altar in the winds.

After weeks of trekking through swamps and fields, you reached a fork in the road. This countryside is definitely starting to get on your nerves, as you can't shake the feeling of being watch from behind the trees.