Our Story Thus Far

Deep in the Lucaiian Greatwood, the adventurers suddenly, unknowingly, slipped into the realm of Faerie.

There, or in some in-between place, they encountered beings of great power: three sisters, each with the means to do as they will with their surroundings. The first, a medusa, was killed. The youngest, seemingly an elf maiden, fled as a swarm of scarabs. And the third, well, her tale is still unfolding.

Amidst the destruction and debris, Nyxilis Greywynd witnessed a woman, pale and beautiful, rise from flame and disappear into the treeline. Her form phased in and out, revealing a horrible visage to the wizard.

Not two days later, Nyx fell to his death. His body was not recovered.

The adventurers followed a series of leads to a vault deep underneath the Magick City of Rosalia, where they discovered unsettling truths.

Their friend was not dead, but being kept in a sort of stasis, alongside three other mutated beings. Their receptacles, stone sarcophagi, were connected to a clay vessel that housed a comatose woman.

The Mother of Monsters.