Fantasy Atlas

"Sometimes I just can't believe our luck! A hideout, not far from the main crossroads connecting the twin cities, with several entrances obscured by foliage and the terrain. Boss really struck gold with this one... It wasn't an easy move. It was once some sort of place of worship, but something must

With a flick of her ears and a stamp of her hoof, the doe regarded the approaching folk with suspicion. The woman with the staff made from mossy oak, gnarled and knotted at it's head, and clothing held together by flowering vines made her way slowly towards her. Gently, the woman touched the head of

"Years ago, an old mage once said, “to truly know oneself is the greatest strength of all”. Then, to prove it, he built this temple. Though it appears traditional on the outside, the temple’s interiors are constructed entirely by a complexity of mirrors. The mage named the temple ‘Temple of Bull’, a

Hey all, Carrying on from the last map we have the interior of the cliffside temple entrance. This peaceful and simple temple interior has a heavily guarded entrance and is where an underground river converges before falling through a central pool. I wonder what magical and mystical properties it ca

Hey all, Map 3 of 3 in this series is here, get it whilst it’s hot! This once holy place of worship now lays in ruins. The roof completely collapsed, its timbers stolen or burnt away decades ago. The surrounding forest has started to reclaim it, clogging old chambers with thick twisted routes and gn

“Towards the back of the temple, at a seemingly blank section of wall, you find the stone work doesn't quite line up. There's a faint breeze coming out of clear mortar joints and with a light press on the wall it swings silently open to reveal a dark interior with steps leading downwards. A blissful

“Your recent travels through swamps, deserts and frozen tundra has been a test of endurance and sanity. It is a relief to be back in civilisation, even if it’s just a small town like this. As you walk along the streets you pass simple but beautifully carved stone buildings. The stone casts a warm ye

“You can’t seem to throw a stone in this jungle without hitting yet more temples. You’d have thought nobody would be crazy enough to want to live in such a hostile environment and yet here they are, dedicating their entire lives to building monuments to their Gods. A recent run in with some lost arc

“Mosquito bitten and sun burnt your party press through the jungle until finally, the broken trail you’ve been following for days, gives way to large stone slabs. Up ahead through the dense foliage you can hear a deep, low, rhythmic chanting. Pressing on you soon come to the edge of the dense jungle