Real Fantasy Encounters Real Fantasy Encounters

On our first Episode of Heart: The City Beneath we are introduced to our Delvers: a sordid assortment of displaced outcasts searching for meaning in the grotesque, cavernous reaches of the Heart. Moon's Chosen Light, the Heretic, hears the profane sirensong of the Moon Beneath calling to him; Muzz'el, the Deep Apiarist, seeks a cure for their twisted form of honeycomb and reunion with their familiar pack; and Hyponikon Screed, the Incarnadine, follows salt trails and scrimshaw carvings to the Rhinestone Skywhale, a grim reminder of his life of servitude in the Spire.

Our Delvers' first stop is the Sword Kitchen at the Temple of the Moon Beneath. But between them and the church is a zealot with a rifle and deep-set prejudice against pigeon-brained automatons. It's up to Moon's Chosen Light to negotiate the only way he knows how - with smoke and blood.

Our Delvers locate the Temple of the Moon Beneath, but without a shipment of swords to trade they are merely another band of foolhardy pilgrims. A merchant makes an open wager, and Hyponikon accepts... This merchant doesn't know what happens when you kill a Red Priest.

The current map of the heart our Delvers have

Our Delvers return to the place where their fates became intertwined. Within lie unpredictable horrors, and the threat of bees and Bloodbeasts. Can our Delvers overcome the perils of the Reaperwood, or will Hyponikon's divine greed lead them to their deaths?

Our delvers must survive the abhorrent Bloodbeast they have encountered on the slopes deeper into the Heart. There will be no time to lick their wounds. At the ski lift beyond is a packless Gnoll from the other side. Not everything is as it appears with this stranger, but not everything is as it appears with Muzz'el either... The bees have plans. Our delvers cannot be allowed to interfere...

Muzz'el attempts to coerce the delvers into riding a rickety ski lift into the unfathomable depths of the Heart. From the outside Muzz'el appears lucid, but Moon's Chosen Light suspects them of supernatural treachery. Will our delvers hold fast? Or will they indulge the whim of the bees?