Graves Left Wanting
Graves Left Wanting
Graves Left Wanting
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A SCENARIO FOR
A BIT OF METANO IA
• This adventure is intended as a starting • There isn’t a defined ending or clear
point of your campaign, a one-shot or a escape path. Once the Undertaker’s
post-TPK adventure. Hut is explored, the players should
• Due to its massive size and unsettling plan a potential getaway or be
nature, even PCs familiar with other hopelessly lost. Add a more obvious
parts of the cemetery are oblivious to exit or method of escape if you feel
this adventure's locales. that would end their misery. It won’t.
• Have the players awaken in the Plague
Pit, in coffins under suffocating earth
or wherever you deem appropriate.
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Map of the
Graveyard (NO T T O S C A L E)
Pl a c e s m a y no t b e whe r e t he y a p p e a r.
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Graveyard
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Once all four locations are visited, the next path leads to the
Undertaker’s Hut. The Roach Herder knows which way to go.
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THE
Plague Pit
Erhard's
Tomb
Repugnant smell. Illuminated by
moonlight the color of sour milk.
Encircled by soupy fog whose
tendrils occasionally creep down.
Stale, warm air. Dark.
• Corpses at differing stages of decay. Floor covered in drifting fog.
• Any direction: The Graveyard.
• West: Ruin-tunnel to Erhard’s Tomb.
• Standing sarcophagus (sealed).
• Flanked by two unlit torches.
• North: Narrow crawl space to
Catacomb Corridor.
• East: Tunnel to Plague Pit.
• South: Tunnel to Colander Room.
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THE
C OL A NDE R R O OM
Half-lit by moonbeams piercing miniscule holes in stone and dirt.
Long worms of mist droop and drip from the ceiling.
The sound of chattering teeth.
UNHEARD VOICES
The Fogbound Skeletons speak with
elongated tongues of mist, soundless save
the unmistakable clatter of tooth against
tooth. One waves an elaborate key-like FOGBOUND SKELETON
dagger in a bony hand. HP 7, Morale 8, No armor,
Weapon of condensed fog d4
Special Shatters if an attack
deals 5+ damage, but otherwise,
damage is reduced to 1.
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Maus’ Vomatorium
Acid's sour smell permeates the air. Illuminated by
sickly glowing puddles of green and yellow gall.
The sound of a boiling pot.
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THE
Catacomb Origin
Corridor Fountain
Dark and deadly quiet. The smell of stagnant water.
Balmy and unventilated. Whispers of laughing children.
The Jar
TWICE-GROWN CORPSE FLY
HP 4, Morale -, Exoskeleton -d4 To reach it, test Agility DR16
Bite d4 + special or fall into the mist. Contains
Special Test Toughness DR12 or become NOSTALGIA GRUEL, enough to restore
host for a dozen freshly laid fly two people to their prime by
eggs. Extract them within d6 days or increasing all abilities +1.
watch them hatch in your corpse.
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THE
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THE
S H A D OW
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S EWE R
The air carries petrichor as ice-
cold droplets splash warm stone.
Words are drowned by pitch-black
water deafeningly crashing past.
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THE
Strangly
Tree
A wind blows through wheezing
branches, chilling the air and
carrying decay 's smell far away.
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THE
Undertaker’s Hut
The intermingled smell of wet lumber and rotting flesh.
Light flees through the cracks of a closed window shutter.
Muffled voices are audible inside.
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A ND TH E N:
A Twist of Fate
At some point during the Deadn't encounter, the air grows
suddenly chill and the ever-present flies' buzzing seems
strangely distant. Neck hairs stand on the edge of an impossible
abyss as the fog swirls around the uncovered grave.
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