Monday Map is a two-fer this week!
When the swarm flooded out of the desert and overran the border towns, they soon hit the mountains. There, the last of the borderlords and their forces made their final stand, hoping not to fail [more]
We chased the small goblin-like creatures across the rough countryside to their nest in the hills. The tunnels were sharp and claustrophobic, barely four feet high and narrowing to little more than a couple of [more]
Though he does take in Glassport’s wayward strays and orphans, it’s debatable whether Mestr. Eaves actually cares and provides for them as well as he claims to. He runs a tight ship, with the meagre [more]
[Another late one. Working nights sucks. Luckily that’s my last shift before I’m done with this challenge, so the rest should be on time.] They called themselves The Imperial Arm of the Royal Blood of [more]
This one is late because I work nights and can’t sit and draw maps while I’m working, unfortunately. Better late than never though, right? Our quest carried us deeper still beneath the mines, until we [more]
Though the gods are dead, and have been for a generation, word hasn’t quite reached everyone. Up on the high plains folks still labour under the assumption that the gods are smiling down on them, [more]
We found the well exactly where the witch-woman told us it would be, alongside the abandoned chapel slowly slumped into ruin. But where we expected to find water we found a stairway instead, and once [more]