The Walls Are Closing In!

Don’t just stand there! Try and brace it with something! - Ida Holly

The pressure plate clicked, and the whole party held their breath. Nothing seemed to happen after passing through the dungeon filled with falling rocks, Poison darts, and Swinging logs. All manor of Traps, you, at last, arrived in the lich’s tomb, and yet. Not a trap to be seen.

A full second went by before anyone allowed themselves to think maybe it was safe, Then CRASH! The doors slammed closed and WOOSH! All the braziers alit with flame! Dust and rubble cracked and fell from both walls to your right and left. And the whole room rumbled, deep in the sarcophagus you hear a maniacal, cruel, laugh.

This map I’ve wanted to make for ages, Inspired by the ceiling in Temple of doom and the famous trash compactor in A new hope. A classic adventure trope where the whole landscape turns against you that I think can be executed best through a phased battlemap!