Bits and pieces of this knowledge, the research of your ancestor, had been lost to the arcades of the surrounding places, now mostly overrun by all manner of terrible creatures and other. Yet the second part of the puzzle still remained - understanding how to seal it. Reaching it was an almost insurmountable challenge in itself and the cost of its completion was already terrorizing you. The tear in our dimension, the leak through which this sea of unplumbed delirious forces kept pushing into our yet sane world. In order to end this battle once and for all the source of this madness had to be quenched. Resources like soldiers and supplies or knowledge. What this quests success ultimately hinged on were resources. And while it was important that they shared their gruesome tales with you, it was a lot more important that they listened to you – their commander. The next steps of the plan you had developed. Before one of the drunken mercenaries got lost in another long-winding tale you took control of the conversation and interjected your own agenda. You swallowed the vulnerability, the doubt and the uncertainty with the last swig of your burning water. The ones you had to push down to the back of your mind and your heart, bury as deep as you could, so you could keep on pushing. What in the name of the holy was happening in this place? What had your ancestor brought upon this cursed land? What had you sent these souls into?īut those were the exact feelings you had to distance yourself from. Emotion and vulnerable humanity began to seep through the cracks with every emptied glass and as you watched their facades crumble, you felt a familiar feeling erupt in your gut. They had not been dishonest before, just careful. As they rambled on and their tongues loosened through the flowing spirits, their stories inched closer and closer towards the truth. How Dismas had fled the battle in an outburst of panic, how he had almost been eviscerated by the unnamable abomination in the corridors and how he had returned to ultimately ensure victory over the towering devil. You listened as they recounted how they had been overwhelmed, pushed to the brink of defeat and grasped a desperate victory from its menacing clutches. The raving madman, the reanimated skeletons and the puppet master watching over them all. You stared in shock and disbelief as they retold their encounters in gruesome detail.
As the evening progressed, you took in all the horrid details of their past journey.
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