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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dyson Logos" data-source="post: 9803178" data-attributes="member: 83678">[ATTACH=full]422574[/ATTACH]The Umbral HatcheryThe Hatchery is a wound in the rock. Light dies here by slow degrees. Torches gutter as if breathed upon by winter. Sound comes hollow, like footsteps in a skull. Those who linger feel the edges of themselves go blunt. Shadows do not merely fall. They test.This place was grown, not made. Shadows pulled out of the earth through seams of stone until hollows opened like mouths. Men came and tried to seal the place with seals and prayer. Seals rotted, prayers frayed. The brood filled the dark, and the dark answered. Now the wet cavern pulses with the slow hunger of young things.Light here is a traitor. Flames thin, glow goes ashen, moonbeams draw back as if burnt. The walls sweat an oily film that blackens cloth and dulls metal. Pale motes drift like drowned stars and watch. Within the black waters are things growing and hatching – things that should never come out of the shadows. The “eggs” are half-immersed in the black waters and bleed ink that numbs when struck. Breaking an egg releases a cloud of darkness that swallows all light sources in the room, when the blast of darkness passes, the light sources remain dark.At the heart she waits. The Broodmother is a smear of coal and tooth, a thing of shadows that should not be. Her eyes are many and reflect nothing. Light bends away from her like a turned head. She unfurls as if waking from a long dream, and when she breathes, the pods shudder and the brood quickens. She is mother and tyrant.A cult seeks to harvest the brood for a rite that will bind shadow to flesh. Destroying the Broodmother may end the rite but free the brood.A scholar offers coin for an intact pod. Retrieving one requires cunning and speed and will almost certainly bring a dark curse down upon the treasure hunters.A child returned from the pit is alive but hollow. Can the party save the soul or is it already too late and the child is now just a vector for darkness to consume the village?The 1200 dpi versions of the map were drawn at a scale of 300 pixels per square and are 7,200 x 10,800 pixels (24 x 36 squares). To use this with a VTT you would need to resize the squares to either 70 pixels (for 5′ squares) or 140 pixels (for 10′ squares) – so resizing it to either 1,680 x 2,520 or 3,360 x 5,040, respectively.[URL unfurl="true"]https://dysonlogos.blog/2025/11/19/the-umbral-hatchery-birthing-shadows/[/URL]</blockquote>

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