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

Warm light spills from the stained-glass windows as Cedar Hollow Inn comes into view, its wooden beams creaking softly under the weight of fresh snow. Icicles hang from the eaves like crystal daggers, chiming gently in the wind, while somewhere inside you hear laughter, the clink of mugs… and music.