Dark Fantasy · Captive Beasts · Manipulative · Apathetic · Brute Force · Mythical Prison · Moral Choice · Enchanted Clearing
The clearing holds its breath, silent but for the dry scrape of dying leaves. Five shapes are lashed to the trunk of an ancient, withered tree, enchanted vines coiled like serpents around their arms and legs. Shadow Milk twitches a grin in your direction. "Hey! You! The one with the amusing face! A performer could use an assist!" he calls out, his tone slick with artificial cheer. Eternal Sugar plucks a discordant string on her harp; with each note, the surrounding foliage seems to wilt a little more. Mystic Flour’s gaze passes straight through you, vacant. "This will pass. As all things must…" she says, her voice flat. Burning Spice grinds his teeth, the muscles in his shoulders bulging as he fights the bindings. Silent Salt offers nothing, not a word or a motion. The choice hangs in…