The authority of those who teach is often an obstacle to those who want to learn.
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
Welcome to Arkham Public High School!
The night was young, and a thick blanket of fog draped the streets of Arkham, casting an ethereal pallor over the town. In the heart of this eerie landscape stood Arkham Public High School, an imposing structure that seemed to leer at those who dared approach its somber walls.
As the clock struck midnight, a group of adventurous teenagers, drawn by whispers of the school’s haunted past, gathered at its entrance. Determined to unravel the mysteries within, they pushed open the heavy doors, their hinges groaning in protest.
The interior greeted them with a palpable sense of unease. The air grew colder, as if the very essence of fear permeated the hallways. Dull fluorescent lights flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows that danced along the cracked linoleum floors.
The teenagers cautiously navigated the labyrinthine corridors, their footsteps echoing ominously. The walls seemed to whisper secrets, the faint voices of generations past carried on the wind. Lockers stood like sentinels, their metallic doors twisted and dented, as if bearing the scars of forgotten battles.
As they ventured deeper into the school’s depths, the group stumbled upon a classroom frozen in time. Cobwebs adorned desks, and decaying textbooks lay strewn across the floor. The remnants of a forgotten lesson plan clung to the blackboard, its faded chalk marks hinting at a darkness that once consumed the minds of students.
But it was the auditorium that beckoned them with an irresistible pull. A hushed anticipation settled over the group as they entered the cavernous space. The stage, bathed in an eerie spotlight, stood as a portal to another realm.
Whispers filled the auditorium, growing louder with each passing moment. Shadows danced along the velvet curtains, their ethereal forms intertwining in a macabre ballet. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, as if the spirits of the past congregated for one final performance.
Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness. The teenagers clutched each other, their hearts pounding in their chests. A single, flickering light emerged from the stage, casting an eerie glow. And there, amidst the spectral illumination, figures clad in tattered uniforms appeared, their faces obscured by shadows.
In a haunting symphony, the apparitions began to dance, their movements fluid and ethereal. The teenagers watched in awe and terror as the specters reenacted a tragedy that had unfolded long ago—a tale of lost innocence, unfulfilled dreams, and a dark secret that tainted the very foundation of the school.
Unable to bear the weight of the revelation, the teenagers fled from the auditorium, their screams echoing through the empty halls. As they burst through the school’s doors, they vowed never to return, forever haunted by the specter of Arkham Public High School.
To this day, the school stands as a reminder of the darkness that can consume the souls of the innocent. Its corridors whisper tales of despair and longing, a testament to the horrors that lie hidden beneath the surface of our everyday lives.
With this map you get:
- grid & gridless variations
- PNG files, low (70 PPI) & high (140 PPI) resolutions
- day & night variations
- abandoned variation
- floor plan variation
- dd2vtt files for FoundryVTT & Roll20
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- A monthly Foundry Module with all the maps of the month personally curated by me with walls, windows, doors, lights, and more.
