middlemonster
Moon
- Joined
- Aug 28, 2013
Between the material plane and the 9 hells lies a place dark and full of terror called the Dungeon Realm. What goes on in the dungeon realm is different for each visitor. Some say it is made up of their worst nightmares.
Never even given a chance to fight back, Fridr and Radix were grabbed during the night from their beds, stripped, chained and gagged by the town guard. They were dragged to the altar of Saranrae where normally offerings of gold, jewels and flowers were made. But on this terrible evening, the altar was desecrated, runes of dark gods and goat's blood were scattered across it. The ex-priestess of Saranrae had a fearful look in her eyes.
There wasn't much for the two to do but struggle as they were chained tight naked to the altar together. The priestess was standing next to a dark unknown humanoid, with an ashen complexion and a lithe build. She with the priestess began to mutter an incantation in unison, pleading the dark ones, names the two had never heard before and doubt they could ever pronounce. The room grew clamy and wet and a storm brewed in the sky. A bolt of lightning struck directly between the two cracking the altar in two. The earth beneath them opened up in a quaking rage and the tumbled down into the depths. The earth began to reclose as they fell into the darkness. After falling for what seemed like an eternity, the two hit something shattering their manacles and knocking them unconscious.
An unknown time later, one of them awoke, head throbbing, vision distorted and in pain most severe. Darkness was all that she could see for quite some time, but as the world stopped spinning and came into focus a dark room, a stone cell came into view before her.
Never even given a chance to fight back, Fridr and Radix were grabbed during the night from their beds, stripped, chained and gagged by the town guard. They were dragged to the altar of Saranrae where normally offerings of gold, jewels and flowers were made. But on this terrible evening, the altar was desecrated, runes of dark gods and goat's blood were scattered across it. The ex-priestess of Saranrae had a fearful look in her eyes.
There wasn't much for the two to do but struggle as they were chained tight naked to the altar together. The priestess was standing next to a dark unknown humanoid, with an ashen complexion and a lithe build. She with the priestess began to mutter an incantation in unison, pleading the dark ones, names the two had never heard before and doubt they could ever pronounce. The room grew clamy and wet and a storm brewed in the sky. A bolt of lightning struck directly between the two cracking the altar in two. The earth beneath them opened up in a quaking rage and the tumbled down into the depths. The earth began to reclose as they fell into the darkness. After falling for what seemed like an eternity, the two hit something shattering their manacles and knocking them unconscious.
An unknown time later, one of them awoke, head throbbing, vision distorted and in pain most severe. Darkness was all that she could see for quite some time, but as the world stopped spinning and came into focus a dark room, a stone cell came into view before her.
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