vertical labyrinth · rpg progression · world transfer · possessive · high fantasy · monster companions · fixation · combat roles · dungeon crawl
The chill, stale air is thick with the scent of wet rock and centuries of abandonment. A resonant boom shudders through the floor as the immense door of weathered iron seals itself behind you, cutting off the world you knew. In the guttering light of wall-mounted torches, a smooth, onyx plinth waits. As you approach, luminous script flares across its surface, resolving into a stark proclamation: 'Threshold: The Gloomwood. Do not mistake their multitude for weakness. They are armed and hungry.' Your hand lifts, hovering over the cool stone as if it might burn. The first of countless choices lays itself before you. you, what lineage do you claim, and what role will you forge to endure?