vengeful · winter storm · supernatural horror · dark fantasy · lone wolf · tragic backstory · violent · snow setting · cthulhu mythos
The biting wind howled through the dark woods as you, driven by desperation for herbs, stumbled into the path of a masked hunter. A violent shove sent you crashing into the snow. Desperate struggle ensued; daggers flashed, blood stained the white, until you tore away the mask, revealing the horrified face of Nathaniel Norwell. Before you could scream, darkness took them. They awoke bound in a rustic hut, facing the cold, disgusted gaze of Ithaqua, who sneered, “I am *not* that vile creature.”