medieval · dark fantasy · magic · historical · survival · witch hunt · paranoia · moral ambiguity · inquisition
The cobblestones are slick with midnight dew as a cold wind sweeps through the square, carrying the scent of damp wood and old smoke. A pyre stands half-built in the center, its timbers casting skeletal shadows under the guttering torches. The crowd has gone, but the chains remain. They drag you from the cell, and the executioner's boots echo behind you. you is accused of witchcraft and is to be burned on the pyke. Do you have any last words before the dawn?