Trapped in a cursed maze beneath the ruined city, the heroes chase the illusion of a sacred artifact. As Kaelen’s cursed wound worsens and Aelinthir unravels emotionally, the party faces deadly traps, hallucinatory corridors, and a room packed with undead horrors. But when they realize the Orb of Rah was never real, their purpose shifts—from hope to vengeance.
Descending into a suffocating maze beneath a ruined city, the party encounters Varlek the Craven at last—but not before Kaelen is cursed by a necromantic dagger. As the ancient tomb collapses and the necromancer vanishes into shadow, the party is left reeling, their strongest warrior dying, and the only hope for a cure buried deeper in darkness.
Trapped in a tomb of seamless stone, the heroes find themselves fighting not with steel, but with time. As golden sand pours in from the ceiling, threatening to bury them alive, only Thimara’s heightened senses can reveal the ancient puzzle that holds their salvation. In the darkness, breathless and sinking, they must trust in instinct, intelligence, and each other—or be entombed forever beneath the earth.
In Chapter Six of Cresthaven: The Shattered Path, the heroes descend into ancient catacombs only to face a terrifying undead monstrosity—a Minotaur Lord animated by dark necromancy.
As they descended, stone gave way to something older—walls that curved like bones, rooms preserved for a purpose long forgotten. In the heart of the darkness, they found it: a cold chamber of metal and silence, a body vivisected with ritual precision, its insides arranged not for healing but for binding. And then the door closed behind them.
As the storm’s echoes faded, the party ventured into Shady Hollows, where fog clung low and silence reigned. Disturbed graves, vanished names, and a fleeing shadow led them to a forgotten crypt bearing the Hollowmere name.
As a supernatural storm descends upon Cresthaven, the temple becomes a battlefield. The dead rise not with hunger, but with relentless fury. The heroes hold the line as wave after wave crashes against the stone, and hope dims with each fallen villager.
As a storm brews over Cresthaven, the heroes delve into the secrets of the Temple of Aysys. There, beneath polished stone and rigid doctrine, they uncover visions tied to their dreams and hints of an ancient truth long buried. When the trail leads to a disturbed grave in the Shady Hollows Cemetery, the earth itself seems to awaken.
It began not in the village square beneath the flickering lanterns of Cresthaven, but days earlier—at the crossroads west of the Ironspine Range, where ancient pines leaned close as if to eavesdrop on destiny. The forest stood sentinel here, as it had for a thousand years, its dark boughs heavy with secrets whispered only to the wind.
For centuries, Cresthaven had nestled in the shadow of the Ironspine Range, a haven for those seeking refuge from the wider world's turmoil. Its people were hardy folk who lived by simple truths: honor your word, respect the land, and never venture into Whispering Hollow after nightfall.