It be damned, everything seems to start with either a tavern or a fire. Unfortunately or otherwise, this time it was in a fire, a comforting sloop of flame within a depression deep within something that could be called a cursed, dead forest.
But as the dead trees twisted in their running from a formidable wind from the east, one thing was certain, somebody had to get that damn door open? Was it trapped, held against the mighty by some unknown lore or nothing. For this was a strange maze into the underworld- it was- nameless.
So who about that fire could figure this door, or perhaps it was open already? There were no bones about, was that fortunate or a trap, a curse?
Nonetheless, it beckoned.
Who?
May as well start with the basics.
Gereon knocks on the door