Rich

Rich

If you're a DM like me, you know that one of the most important aspects of your games is good maps. My goal with D&D ReinKarnated is to take classic maps from D&D and bring them to a whole new level.

The Verdant Sentinel - The Clay Golem

They say it was once a guardian of the gods. Now it stands in the overgrown halls of the jungle temples, motionless until your blade dares to draw blood within sacred ground.

The Vaultwarden of Tyrr-Rathak - The Iron Golem

It doesn’t bleed, doesn’t speak, doesn’t stop. You don’t steal from Tyrr-Rathak — not twice. The golem remembers.

The Bastion of Vhal’Zarim - The Shield Guardian

Still it waits beneath the overgrown ruins, motionless and watchful. They say if you speak the name of its long-dead master, it turns its head. But only once.

Smolderhelm - The Animated Armor

It does not speak. It does not rest. But when the black flames ignite and the ground begins to sear beneath its feet, the old legends return — of a knight that burns but never dies.

Midge Coppersnap - The Urchin

"I know every locked door in this city… and every back way out."

Kerrin “Lockjaw” Vist - The Urban Bounty Hunter

"You run. I get paid. You fight… I still get paid. Either way, you end up bleeding."

Sergeant Brenna Hollowmark - The Soldier

"I carry the names of the fallen. Not in a book. In my scars."

“Boats” Jandek Rivspar - The Sailor

"When your feet know the deck like your heartbeat, the sea ain't so scary. It's what’s beneath her you should fear."

Archivist Nollik Threave - The Sage

"Time is a spiral, and I’ve spent a century indexing its knots."

Kaerithon - The Pegasus

In the silence before the storm breaks, you might see him — hooves sparking like struck flint, wings trailing thunder. If your heart holds falsehood, he will not carry you. If it holds fear, he may.

Thalyrielle - The Unicorn

Some say she appears where the stars fall softest. That flowers bloom at her hooves even in winter. That if she lowers her horn to a fallen soul… they dream one final dream — and in it, they forgive themselves.

Virelyndra - The Planetar

They say she walks the warzones no other angels will tread. Where divine light fails, she rises — not as mercy, but as reckoning. Her sword doesn’t burn. It grows.