Perilous Phase
Glum - Your torchlight flickers off scales, and you hear only the hissing breath of the sleeping lizards in the cave. Amid them, sleeping just as soundly, a woman in black rags, her skin even in this dim torchlight unmistakeably blood-spattered. Yet she's not wounded. Her chest rises and falls in time with the that of the reptiles around her.
Jovial - The chanting in the cave forms a susurrus , emulating the hissing rasp of the reptiles coiled next to the altar. Strapped to it, a young man rolls his head around lazily, drugged or knocked senseless, too muddle to try to escape the woman with the scythe and ceremonial whip who stands over him, screaming prayers to cold blooded god. Her skin seems to glow red in the light of the braziers, and the chanting of the other robed men grows louder and more frenzied.
Can this be a thing we do on the SwM board from now on?
ReplyDeleteWow creepy and awesome Brett! Great peril.
ReplyDeleteReview: Went here the other day, this Peril was v perilous, recommend the Jovial, would be entangled in foul sorcerous lizard magics again.
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