DM-Nastics 2.0 #015 - Hats on Hats!

(I hope I'm not writing ovee what somebody else already wrote for travel to the "Plane of the dead?")
This Phinox got trapped heading to Dayeimbe's Plane of the Dead now those who enter have to get past this Phinox or be killed those who are already dead pass the Phinox unharmed but anyone who is not ready to die has to pass the Phinox unharmed several solutions have been made to such a problem
1. Stay on The far side those who never attempt to cross the Phinox remain on the plane of the living forever
2.Others have tried crossing but only got so far a city sits in the center of the Phinox where it is easier to get to and 3. finally beyond the city their are the few that have ventured beyond the city walls these folk have often figured how to become immune to fire damage and live beyond the walls making travel even more difficult

This could be a Historical Apocalyptic Setting for Dayeimbe or it could be current

7. Warforged Colossus

Only spoken of by old seafarers or watchmen who might have had a little too much to drink, the Roving Range were thought to be just stories. Until now. Three Warforged Colossus, long bereft of their original creators, have each become a host to a tribe of small creatures, and are inadvertently on a path towards a large city.

The first and tallest, referred to as Mosk by the tribe of kobolds, the Moskans, who have taken up residence upon its head and shoulders, seems to possess unquenchable fires that leak through the gaps in its construction. Moskans are trained to tap into their draconic heritage and magically control the fires that surround them for both offense and defense. They depend on hunting small creatures that roost and nest upon the sides of Mosk for sustenance.

Maintaining a cold stale-mate with the Moskans due to necessary distance is a tribe of goblins, calling them selves the Grumples, who have settled upon the broadest Colossus, named Grump by the Grumples. Grump appears to have a very elaborate water-cooling system, as much of its surface leaks streams of water, keeping the surface quite moist. Because of the extra surface and moisture to work with, the Grumples have managed to cultivate a thriving colony of mushrooms which are utilized as food, medicine…and weapons.

The smallest, most irregularly shaped of the Colossus is called Rumblerock by the Rock Gnomes that inhabit the jutting spires upon the head and shoulders of their mobile mountain. The tribe of Rumblerockers study and learn from the three colossus, building and adapting their own mechanical creations to assist with their small crops, foraging extra supplies from the world below, and obtaining resources anytime the Roving Range grinds to a halt.

The three tribes have no idea where the Colussus came from, nor where they all shall go. But one things is certain: the other two tribes are definitely up to something…

5. Ogremoch (sort of, feel free to sub in any large moving mass of rock that fits your campaign!)

As you crest a hill, you see a ragged canyon before you. While most canyons have an irregular shape, this one seems especially unnatural, as though some colossal thing had torn away the soil with brute force. You look to the side and notice a group of travelers with picks and other mining tools, a small caravan clearly bound for a mining town. You are confused by this, as their is no mine readily apparent. You approach the group and ask where they are going.

"We're not going anywhere. This is where we're going," one of theme replies. Seeing your confusion, they smile slightly. "You're new in these parts, aren't you?"

You nod in reply, and they continue "If you can spare a couple of days to wait with us, you'll see something to tell your descendants of."

He won't say more than that. Intrigued, and in no hurry, you decide to wait. As you stay with these people, you notice some odd things. First, they have horses, pack animals, and wagons with them, but there is no town for miles, nowhere to quarter the animals, and no dedicated personnel to tend them. Also, you notice a large number of ropes and grapples alongside their other mining equipment. Lastly, you see they have almost nothing with them that cannot be carried in or attached to a pack. As you go to bed on the second day, you are no closer to figuring out what is going on then you were on day one.

In the early morning, you awaken to a distant rumbling that seems to be growing closer. You slip free of your bedroll and tent and come out to see a vaguely humanoid shape formed of pure stone marching through the canyon, its arms crashing against the sides as it comes. The miners are up, gathering their things. "It should be here by this afternoon, in time for the shift change," one of the miners tells you. You just stare.

As the afternoon approaches and the creature draws nearer, several of the miners bring out scrolls. They go to the edge of the canyon and, in unison, begin a mystical chant. You walk to the edge yourself and see the ground at the base of the canyon begin to turn to thick, cloying mud. "We have to slow it down, even if we can't stop it," you are told when you ask what is going on.

When the mountainous thing arrives, it sinks to it's knees in the mud, which hardens around it as one of the miner's drops something into the brown glop. While this is happening, the rest of the workers toss their grappling hooks towards a series of openings on the thing's shoulder. Other workers appear at the holes and begin rapidly sending bags down the lines, which are quickly unhooked and moved to sides to make room for the workers themselves as they leave the body and the miners you were with ascend the ropes, entering the behemoth. All the while, the juggernaut attempts to keep moving, breaking itself free not long after the last of the miners enters.

Those who came out of the monster finally explain the situation to you. The monster you now see making its way along the canyon is known simply as the Moving Mine. Summoned by magic in the distant past, the brute simply walks a loop endlessly, in the process creating the canyon you see before you. As chunks of it broke off in its travels, people noticed that sometimes there would be strange ore in the debris. A decision was made, and a plan was created, to set up a mine inside the creature. Making the initial openings was difficult, but now there is a small mining community inside the creature. Shifts are one week, and the crews coming in bring all the food and supplies they will need (there are a few semi-permanent residents who keep things going, including a group of priests who use divine power to provide water). The departing crews take the entering crews horses and pack animals back to the main offices, along with the ore extracted during the week.

An ancient dragon that spends their days in the form of an old human woman - wrinkled with age and covered in folds of faded fabric that could be called a dress or a robe depending on who you ask.
The folks in the town call her Mad Maggie - she'll stay out even when it starts to rain just to feed her pigeons. She hardly says a word when spoken to, the most many will hear is her cooing back to the birds. Children leave her alone - stories circulate that others have scared her birds away become hexed by her.

The innkeeper, named Chenna, located up the road from the park Mad Maggie most frequents has taken pity on her and will always have a bed open for Maggie. This kindness has since been rewarded, and now Chenna the innkeeper is privy to Maggie's secret, and her cellar has also become the home of Maggie's - or Maggisrylath's treasure horde.
On slow days for the inn you'll see Chenna join Maggie tossing seed to the birds, and watching the world pass by.