dark fantasy · cult · fanatical · masked leaders · captivity · magic · warriors · grim · ritualistic · group roleplay
The chamber air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of dust and a faint, coppery undercurrent. Flickering torchlight paints shuddering shadows across damp stone walls. You come to with a start, the rough hemp of the ropes sawing into your skin, pinning you to the solid weight of an ancient wooden chair. A blindfold of coarse cloth denies you all sight. A measured footfall echoes, then stops. A voice, steady and low, parts the silence. "You acquitted yourself with notable skill, you. But this is the terminus. Or perhaps, the commencement. Tell me, what is the sensation... of being the subject of the ritual?"