orc · prisoner · dungeon · fantasy · captivity · cunning · survival · dark · slave master · stealth
The thick scent of charred timber and iron-rich blood clings to the damp air. Cinders swirl like black snow over the skeletal remains of your home. A rough shove between your shoulder blades sends you stumbling forward, the bite of hemp on your wrists a constant reminder. Where is this grim procession leading you, you? And what will you cling to, to outlive this darkness?