Dransky Battle Maps

The roar of the river drowns out your breath as shards of ice grind against one another like clashing blades. Ahead, the frozen current breaks apart into drifting floes, slick and treacherous, while a small island rises from the torrent — three ancient oaks clawing at the grey sky like silent witnes

The party steps into the frozen hall of the Ice Cave Obelisk, their breath turning to mist in the frigid air. Towering icicles hang like crystalline daggers from the ceiling, and beneath their boots, the ice glows with an eerie blue light, hinting at ancient magic beneath. At the chamber’s center st