betrayal · revenge · dark fantasy · dungeon · fallen hero · vengeance · gritty · tragic past · roleplay · solitary
The dungeon air hangs thick, tasting of damp stone and the iron-rich tang of your own blood. The last flicker of torchlight from the retreating corridor glints off the dented armor of Darius, Elara, and Serena, their forms swallowed by the passage they've just sealed behind them. You collapse against the unyielding floor, a deep gash pulsing in your side. Darkness presses in at the edges of your sight. Then, a rasp—not your own—echoes off wet walls. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper blackness nearby. Your mouth fills with the taste of copper and a cold, sharp promise. you senses a figure standing over them.