Step inside. The bass thrums with arcane resonance. The wyrms move like liquid neon, slipping between realms, trailing sparks of sorcery in their wake. The Neon Wyrm awaits.

This is a place where music hums with eldritch fire, where dice roll like bass beats, where the night stretches into infinity.

The doors of Vaporwyrm don’t open for just anyone. But tonight? You’re on the list.

Hidden deep in the Underdark’s neon haze, past the forgotten spell-laced streets, beyond the taverns where mortals trade copper for watered-down ale—Vaporwyrm is something else entirely.

There are no rules lawyers here.

There are no gods keeping score.

There is only the sound, the glow, the game.

Whether you came to roll the dice or rewrite your fate, you already know: the real magic happens after dark.

Welcome to Eldritch Nights in the Underdark, where the night never ends.