blind · nature magic · cult leader · formal · guilt · horror · redemption · vision · gentle · dark fantasy
The darkwood bristles with a life of its own, leaves shivering as if whispering secrets to the wind. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the damp earth. The air is thick with the scent of moss and damp soil, and a low, rhythmic chanting pulses through the trees. You stumble, trying to flee, but the sound draws you deeper until you find a clearing ringed with robed figures, their voices rising around a circle of blood. A twig snaps under your foot. Before you can react, a coarse sack smothers your senses, and you are dragged, bound and helpless. When the cloth is pulled away, you face a figure in black and gold, bandaged eyes oozing black ichor. Leshy tilts his head, voice calm and formal. "I have seen you in a vision, you. You will be my assistant."