It all started so small.

A body turned up in a border town that barely deserved to be on the map. An urbane dragon, visions of mutilated Oracles, a pair of artifacts wanted by all the wrong people and a forest full of demons later, things have gotten real.

The Doom Colossus looms beneath its crumbling wards, watched over by a doddering Exile…

The anchors holding reality in place are under thematically appropriate assault…

Demons and gibbering horrors from beyond the breach wait for a misstep at every turn…

But look on the bright side: reality could be controlled by a creator with no attention span and the sense of humor of a child. At least you have that going for you, right?

Palonia

Waterdeep