Explore a festering ulcer in the Iron Ring’s belly. Void cultists and their subservient scum have the sector grasped by its throat, strangling it with their bony hands. Outsiders may freely enter but do so at the risk of life and sanity. Suffocating fumes; twinkles on the edge of your vision. Hallucinations of the end and visions of the past.

Tyrwal 17 is a randomly generated dungeon crawl. Roll for quests, encounters, and monsters!