In a Vampire Conquered World, Life in Human Settlements Is a Rough Game. You Are Mounting a Heist of the Magical Scrolls Owned b

You Have the Scrolls in Your Possession and Must Escape Town to Your Getaway Coach Driver, Who Is Already Dead. The Scrolls Are

Exiled to the Marshes, You Battle Enormous Toads and Man Eating Snails in an Attempt to Find Shelter. Through the Mist You Glimp

The Petrified Tower Is Bare and Sparse, Save for an Emaciated Corpse, a Stairwell Leading Upward and Another Leading Downard

Upon Inspection, the Emaciated Corpse Turns Out to Be a Twisted, Dagger Weilding Vampire, Waiting for It's Chance to Attack

The Wizard's Workshop Above Is an Impossible Labyrinth, His Voice Echoes Down the Halls, the Book of Foul Rot Must Not Be Allowe

The Crypt Below Became a Portal to the Rot Dimension, an Endless Tunnel of Hideous Sludge and Eldritch Vermin. Do Not Enter.

The Book of Foul Rot (Fighting the Undead Horde)