Into My Dungeon

In the hold known as ice-keep, a voice within whales and echoes off mountains through valleys and trails. The call to arms put out by the village's mayor attracted countless parties who sought to silence the voice in this dungeon. But none of those parties ever returned. And so stand three horny boys before the ice-keep to hunt down the crier and put it to sleep. If only they knew of the traps and the fights that awaited them all on this cold candle nights.