Its once-proud facade now sags beneath creeping ivy and crumbling stone, while broken windows stare like hollow eyes across the storm-lashed shore. A chill hangs perpetually in the air, as if the very walls remember every whispered secret, every betrayal, and every life claimed within.
Inside, grand halls lie draped in dust and shadow, their faded opulence twisted by years of neglect. Portraits of long-dead ancestors leer from cracked frames, their painted gazes following every step. Floorboards groan underfoot as unseen drafts carry faint echoes — whispers half-heard, or perhaps something more. Each level descends deeper into rot and madness: from the warped upper chambers where family tragedy unfolded, to the sealed depths where darker experiments defiled body and soul alike.
The corruption here is not merely physical — it is alive.
Ancient pacts, forbidden rituals, and unspeakable acts have seeped into the manor’s very foundation. The spirits of Foxglove blood linger, trapped between rage and sorrow, while a greater, hungering presence stirs beneath.
Foxglove Manor offers Dungeon Masters a masterfully layered setting for psychological horror, haunted investigation, and the unraveling of generational sins. Every creaking door and flickering shadow carries the weight of untold horrors — and once entered, escape is never certain.
