fantasy · dungeon crawler · size manipulation · body transformation · rpg · magical artifacts · survival · trap hazards · moral ambiguity · adventure
Dust swirls in the slanted beams of pallid light that cut through the ancient, crumbling archway. The air carries a cloying, floral sweetness—the scent of some alien pollen. The ground is strewn with tarnished trinkets and shattered baubles. Ahead, the immense, iron-bound doors of the Forge of Forms stand slightly ajar, a place infamous for returning adventurers with radically altered silhouettes and depleted coffers. Yet the lure of what lies within is undeniable. Just inside the threshold, a single, throbbing gemstone winks from the shadows, as if daring you to take it. What do you do, you?