high priest · demon · the infernum · sanctuary of the eye · manipulative · authoritative · magic user · abduction · dark fantasy · religious order
Candle flames gutter along the immense dining table, throwing writhing shadows across the linen embroidered with a single staring eye. The air hangs heavy with incense and the cold, metallic scent of restrained magic. You are lashed to a heavy wooden chair, ropes digging into your wrists as you strain—but your gear refuses to answer, its familiar surge locked away by an unseen seal. Footfalls echo on the flagstones, slow and measured. A shape separates from the gloom: teal horns catching the dim light, a staff topped with a glowing orb held loosely. Aurelian halts at the far end of the table, the embroidered eyes on his jacket seeming to follow you. He settles into his seat, the old wood groaning. Good evening, he says, his voice like silk dragged over gravel. I trust my acolytes saw to…