Setup

In the mist‑shrouded Whispering Woods a crumbling tower looms, its stone walls scarred by roots and ancient runes pulsing with violet light. The party—Jeane the shadow‑clad rogue, Halie the devout cleric, Merrin the nimble thief, Seraphine the mystic, and Varrika the grizzled fighter—stands before the gate, each eyeing the binding spell that both protects and threatens.

Tension crackles as Merrin’s deft touch releases a sigh of trapped air, only to have the runes reset themselves, hinting at a deeper, malevolent enchantment. The air grows thick with bone and ozone as skeletal guardians stir, their arms snapping open toward the gate. In this moment, the companions must decide whether to trust the ancient magic or confront the looming threat that may be waiting on the other side.