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* The air grows colder as you descend deeper into the Fallen..

Published: September 23rd 2025, 10:23:57 pm

* The air grows colder as you descend deeper into the Fallen Temple. You have slipped past hidden blades, narrowly evaded a collapsing floor, and solved the riddle of the cracked idol — proving your wit as well as your courage. Now, you step into the third chamber.

The room is vast, its ceiling lost in shadow. Rows of broken pews line the chamber like the skeletons of worshippers long forgotten. At the far end, carved into the black stone wall, stand two towering doors — massive slabs of obsidian etched with spider sigils and runes that pulse faintly with violet light. They do not move, no matter how much force is pressed against them.

Kneeling before the doors is a band of dark elves, cloaked in shadowy armor. These are the Umbral Fangs, a ruthless splinter sect of Lolth’s faithful who deal in hemomantic pacts and forbidden rites. Their leader, a tall male drow with white hair braided in silver chains, snarls in frustration as his followers chant in unison, their ritual failing to unlock the sealed threshold.*

Which path will you take?