Practical Adventure Run 001

The road into Gravehill was a path through ash and despair, choked with the dust of a dead city. The air tasted of sulfur and grief, thick enough to make breathing an effort. Before you, the city sprawled like a corpse—buildings collapsed, streets choked with rubble, and everywhere the oppressive silence of the dead.

To your left, barely visible through the gloom, stood what might have once been a grand manor house. Its stone facade was cracked, windows dark holes gawking at nothing. Yet something about it drew the eye—a strange geometry that hinted at secrets buried beneath the ash and time.