02-16-2024, 04:30 AM
“Take my hand. Don’t let go. And no matter what happens- don’t open your eyes.”
Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved his mother very much.
No-
That’s not where this begins. You are not where this begins.
You thought yourself free - your soul a fortress, the silver gates locked, Death herself the warden of your walls. How sleek you have grown, in your complacency. A pampered, spoiled, satin thing.
And what a very long engagement we’ve had. For once in my long unlife, I grow impatient.
Twice you were marked, and twice you were claimed, and one more time you must return.
Come to me, where we first met. Come to the Tower. Slip inside the runegate, and you will find your way open to the heart of my dominion.
You were made for me, and for this place.
Let me show you what you are.
---
Attendees: Loramelian + 4-6 companions (at GM discretion)
Risk: CoD+
Tone: Psychological horror, Nethradin/Helheim, the Tower of Aetius, death, and love.
Rewards: The end of a 20+ year story - and some tools, perhaps, for the next chapter.
DM: Looking! Message me at bonafidenubbin on Discord if interested. Open to DM trade.