ADVENTURE MAPS

The waters stirred before our heroes, as an elegant Tide Eater emerged from the sea, draped in ornate white robes. She emptied the water from her tympanums, and spoke with cultured grace, "Our interests seem to momentarily align." She purred. "I know you seek passage into the vile Lady Malcolère's compound, and I wish her downfall for my trade routes. Board my ships, and let us scheme..." 

Esperia was overwhelmed by the revelation of her estranged sister's involvement! Leena pulled her to the scanning orb. "I have been tapping into the security golems' arcane matrix, I believe I know where mother is being held within the complex!" Leena gestured to the orb, visions shifting within. "I hope you can forgive me..." Esperia embraced her sister, "Mother's freedom is all that matters now..."

Hearing crackling energy from beyond the explosive barrels, our heroes rounded the corner to a building that was given the illusion of an old swamp shack. Esperia pierced the familiar illusion with arcane acuity and entered a chamber humming with energy. Inside, she beheld a high elf focused on a complex portal. Startled, she ceased her work, and cried, "SISTER, what are you doing here?!"

Slithering through the brackish water, the Sirenian tide caller led our heroes to a crudely assembled base camp, hosted by the reptilian "Dilly" muckslingers. Moving sludge water with their mind, they filled cannisters with skull and crossbones symbols on them. When Mattugr inquired their purpose, one scaled guard smirked "Dark Lady Malcolère is in for a BLAST!" ... What explosive antics await?!

As minions of darkness swarmed, our heroic company leapt into the river to evade the ever increasing numbers! Tossed by the rapids, they were swept toward the ocean shore and intercepted by a Sirenian tide caller whose typhoon washed the vile minions out the sea! Finally finding the allies she had been yearning for, the Sirenian offered an alliance to confront their mutual enemy lurking in the darkness ahead...

Moved with compassion, the priestess shared the secret of a powerful Eruna forest keeper deep in the wilds efforting to unite the might of nature against the reign of the vile sorceress, Lady Malcolère. Agreeing to the clandestine meeting, our heroes approached the ruins to see the Eruna keeper already under attack by devious minions! Can a new alliance change the odds of survival?

Desperate to get the villagers to safety, Mattugr hoisted the most injured onto a wooden skiff that Esperia levitated as they pushed! Just before scalding lava crashed down upon them, a high elven priestess cried aloud from the cliff above, and cast a radiant shield upon them! Led to her hidden hospital, she began to tend their wounds. What motivates such selflessness?

Agreeing to smuggle the rogue's contingent into the dark lady's fortress, our band of heroes set out through the woods. Hearing cries of alarm, they approached a village with magma erupting from the earth! Levitating high above was a Molten Reaver priest, desperate to quell the flow. "Get the villagers to safety! The Dark Lady's wrath spreads!" the priest cried. Is it too late to act?

The mysterious arcanist escorted our heroes through a portal to a smuggler's camp nestled among ruins. Mattugr approached a stack of crates he recognized, only to be interrupted by a beautiful assassin's blade to his neck. "Those no longer belong to you..." she purred. He raised his eyebrow, "Seeing you again, is a pleasant punishment." Can dead alliances be resurrected?

Senses assaulted by Lady Malcolère's attack upon their consciousness, our heroes awoke within the sanctuary of an arcanist's private study. The man dressed in an ornate purple robe smiled as Esperia clutched her migraine. "Warping reality has its side effects..." he spoke with a wry grin. "Thankfully, the Dark Lady has left a trail of arcane energy that can be traced... for a price..."

Shocked, Esperia heard the voice of the vile sorceress, Lady Malcolère, whisper a dark warning into her thoughts. "Turn back, lest ye join the fate ... of your mother!" Esperia shrieked, seeing a vision of her mother on the edge of death in the sorceress' throne room! Mattugr cradled Esperia, steading her through the shock. "We are getting close, we must hurry!" she cried, sprinting ahead!

Hearing clanking in the dark cave tunnel, Mattugr and Esperia rounded the bend to see a muscular dwarf hammering an anvil, muttering vulgarities! Startled, the dwarf hurled his hammer at Esperia, who froze it midair with arcane energy! Mattugr calmed the dwarf, expressing their need to find Esperia's mother. The dwarf's eyes widened, having seen her recently, yet warned of her captor...

Falling through the cracks in the molten earth, Mattugr and Esperia tumbled down into a lava cave containing a mysterious dais. The elf approached, and felt a deep arcane energy emanating until the image of a woman made of flame rose from the smoke! She saw something familiar in Esperia's face, smiled, and lithely pointed towards a dark cave tunnel. Does she point to hope or doom? 

Braving the frozen wastelands, mighty Mattugr led the beautiful high elf Esperia to ancient, icy temple ruins. Within, a towering frost giant named Grum greeted them with a quirky smile. "At last, company!" he boomed, holding a glowing relic. Suddenly, the temple trembled, and an ominous crack split the ground beneath them revealing a hidden, fiery abyss! "Jump in, the water is warm!", jested the giant...

Pressing into the blizzard, the elf revealed her name to be Esperia of the distant Ver'delven forest. She explained she and her mother had been traveling to Sa'nubis when they were separated in the storm. Mighty Mattugr helped retread her steps to an abandoned garrison rife with unlocked cages. Seeing a shred of her mother's cloak upon one, she raced in the direction of the footprints in the snow!

Alight in holy week celebration, explorer Mattugr noticed a depressed soul sitting alone in the dark corner of the Whitecrow Lodge. Mattugr approached and offered a word of cheer to the stranger. The elf wiped a tear from her eye, saying she lost her mother in the blizzard and feared she may have perished. Emptying his stein, Mattugr pledged to help track down the elf's mother, no matter the cost. Perhaps the new year might bring some hope?

Triumphant from a year of life-changing adventure, Templar Commander Juram and his heroes returned to his home in Icebook Kingdom with his new love Cheera on his arm. Having saved the city of Sa'nubus from destruction, and tracked down the source of the evil, he was rewarded with grand celebrations in his honor! With Juram's family safe, and his new love beginning to blossom, imagine what new adventures are ahead!

Villainous orc Hasi'rak finally defeated, the chamber began to collapse! Thinking quickly, steampunk heiress Cheera lit her stick of Si'mexid dynamite blasting through the wall into a secret tunnel! Juram's heroes emerged into Warchief Strakh's treasure trove full of valuables, and details of his original nefarious plans to destroy the city! Claiming their prized evidence, Juram embraced his love, and our heroes began their journey home to celebrate!

Bursting into an ominous chamber, Juram's heroes finally beheld their quarry, the vile orc darkanist Hasi'rak channeling a dark energy from a red dragon altar. The orc summoned bone constructs that attacked ferociously! The orc gripped Cheera by the neck and raised her into the air, preparing to dip her into the green sacrificial pool, when Juram threw his sword and struck the orc down! He death-rattled ..."Warchief Strakh's vision... is inevitable." 

Descending into the darkness of the temple, Juram's heroes shuddered at the echoes of ancient curses hanging in the air. As personal nightmares clouded their thoughts, they nearly collapsed to the ground, until a feline leenon rogue burst from the shadows shattering a vial on the stone floor, dispelling the chaos. Helping Juram to his feet, she revealed secrets of the temple's ancient orc curses. What evils lurk ahead?

Crashing waves thundered upon Juram's ship as he spied a temple nearly drowned in the sea! As he and his heroes approached the entrance, a terrifying stone golem unseated from the walls, blocking his path. The construct rumbled an ominous question "What fate is worth demise?" Juram pondered the gravity of the question then replied, "The will of El Shaddai." The golem rumbled then disappeared...

Sailing the treacherous seas, a mighty storm swept Juram's ship into a mysterious lagoon! A suspicious troll castaway with ominous tattoos sprinted out of the jungle begging passage upon their ship. Juram's crew advised rejection, but the still small voice of El Shaddai whispered wisdom into his thoughts, encouraging mercy. The templar extended his hand of welcome as she boarded this ship. Might she yet be a new storm?