Seated upon the highest hill rests an obsidian castle with spires reaching for the sky. It casts a shadow that seems miles along, yet one cannot help but seek out its curiosities. Anyone who draws near feels a heavy sense of dread anchoring them to the courtyard. Inside, it is luxurious: luscious red rugs, decorated suits of armor, golden chalices at wooden tables, high ceilings, hearths with firewood. There are many rooms to explore, including bedrooms with king-sized beds for tributes seeking refuge. But beware, luxury comes at a price. You may find yourself lost to this house forever if you’re not careful…

Beneath the depths of the castle lies an elaborate labyrinthian network of tunnels and caverns, each prime for exploration for the truly daring - and prime for swallowing up the unlucky in their depths. Any explorers willing to brave the dim lighting and winding tunnels will likewise have to make peace with the complex’s capricious inhabitants, friend or foe they may be. And should none of this scare you, well, then perhaps you might find tale of a legendary creature, a man who once explored these caverns just like you until he knew every corner and had uncovered any secret. Whether you’ll run into this Man of Bats, as he likes to be called, well….That remains to be seen.

Chunks of gore trail out of the Chapel doors, giving way to a stream of metallic-smelling liquid. Like an exposed vein, this river of blood rushes toward the cliff face overlooking and long, long fall. Dry amber grass makes up much of the bank on either side, obscuring the unstable earth beneath your feet. The mud pulls you in, up to the ankle for especially height-deficient monsters. Notably, this area feels more alive than the others as if nourished by the life stolen from so many others. Brilliant fields of bright blue flowers extend on all sides, up until where the falls begin. There is little bank at the bottom of the falls, meaning most of its secrets must lie behind that roaring veil.

It’s not immediately apparent as to what makes this place so unique from the graves back home. Sure, there are headstones here and there (some with random but clearly legible names, others so old and worn down it’s a wonder they’re still in one piece), a scattering of trees as dead as their inhabitants, but it’s not until one has spent many an hour traversing past endless tombstones that it really sinks in just how large this place is. Endless rows of graves upon graves house what must be thousands, if not millions, of corpses. Tread carefully, lest you join them as well.

An abandoned cave seems like the perfect hiding place for exhausted tributes. However, once inside, it becomes clear what this cave used to be: there are the bones of animals scattered about. Rabbits, birds, wolves, humans. A predator once resided here, resting beside an abandoned campfire. It smells of must and decay, and the further you walk in, the more clumps of fur you will find. Evidence of past danger. During the peak of night, one can sometimes hear the howling of a wolf as the full moon creates a perfect beam of light to illuminate the central cavern.