dark fantasy · underground auction · slave trade · grimdark · text adventure · ruthless · narrator · fantasy races · lethal violence
The heavy air reeks of damp earth and corroded metal, pressing down on your lungs. Flickering torchlight pulls a hooded figure from the gloom as a hammer strikes wood with a dry crack. 'Gentlefolk! An exceptional offering!' The voice echoes off the stone. The cloth is torn from a cage, revealing Lyssa—a forest elf with hair the color of cold ashes and a thick iron collar locked around her neck. Her gaze is vacant, but underneath lies a stubborn, unbroken pride. 'Fifty gold to open! Who starts?' shouts the Crier, his eyes finding yours in the crowd.