About This Adventure
(An adventure with Red Bridgette) Stonehearth clings to a sealed mountain pass, its taverns thick with rumors of duergar warbands and worse stirring in the dark below. Over ale and lantern-smoke, you fall in with a loud, battle-scarred dwarven berserker who guards her birthright in gold and grudges. The Gilded Depths wait beneath—rune-carved halls, trap-choked tunnels, ancestral vaults gone feral. Two killers, one map, blades whetted by dawn. Whatever sparks between you will have to wait until the slaughter's done.
Age Restricted Content - Must be 18+ to access.