Pilgrim's Rest - Dungeon Map (Patreon)

"We set out from Verante on the third day of Harvest this past year. We were travelling to the Shrine of Saint Fera in Caspua.

The journey was going well by all accounts; my wife's mother was having some trouble sleeping by the roadside but she has been complaining for seventy winters so we took little notice.

It was only by the third week on the road, when she refused to send another night beneath the wagon, that I finally relented. We didn't have the money to board the whole journey but I thought, get the old bag of bones a soft bed for a night and she'll soon move her ire onto something else and we could complete our journey in peace.

When we stumbled across a coach house called 'Pilgrim's Rest' it seemed like a sign from the All Father himself. 

The room wasn't much but the innkeeper was friendly enough. Even allowed me to sleep in the common room free of charge so my wife and her mother could share a bed upstairs.

I bedded down in front of the fire and was counting my blessings, a roof and a reprieve from the old crone's relentless squawking, I could not have asked for more.

It was perhaps just past the second hour when I awoke to the soft glow of candle light outlining a figure descending the stairs to the cellar. I thought little of it at first, a servant no doubt on some errand or other, but it was the complete lack of sound that unnerved me. Not a single creak of the wooden steps or russell of the thick cloak the figure wore.

Gods know why but I found myself standing up and following the shadowy figure. As I approached the top of the stairs I saw the candlelight disappear around the corner. Carefully I began to descend the stairs; the wood, less compliant for me, groaned under my weight.

I felt my fear rise with every step I took into that dark cellar, and yet my feet carried me on unbidden. Reaching the bottom of the stairs I found myself clothed in a cold darkness, the candlelight that led me there, now gone.

It was the groaning that I heard first, the yearning, pitiless groaning of a creature not of nature but of devilry. The smell of rotten and decaying flesh overwhelmed my senses, I can almost taste it now as I recount my tale. The fetid air having wrapped itself around me, penetrated my very soul.

It was then that I ran, not just out of the cellar but the cursed building itself, I found my kin and damn near threw them into the wagon. Pushing the horses to within an inch of exhaustion I did stop spurring them until the noonday sun shone on my back.

We took a different road on our return journey. I don't think I shall go on another pilgrimage any time soon.

--- Account of Jared Ketherman, Wool Merchant from Verante.

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Hi guys!

I hope you like the laest map! I tried something new with this one and included a Isometric drawing of the building itself to act as a visual aid for you players.

Its new territory for me artistically but I'm keen to do it more and more if you like it!

Let me know what you think!

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Thanks

George - The Reclusive Cartographer