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Cycle 11: Proclamation of Duuhm Sepulchre staggred into the altar's safe embrace. The faerin collapsed upon the altar's side, weak from exertion. A pact had been made, bright blue light streaking across the realm that elicited a furious howl from Rejicunt's dominion. Faer hands grew limp...

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★★★ You come across a frightened man in the streets of Stokbon. Trying to understand why he was so scared, you investigate using the UI and find something terrible indeed. A blade hangs above the man on a rope that leads into the sky, one that follows his every step to hang above his neck. As...

Interlude 10.5: First of Five, Last of All Delilah began an unstoppable charge. Her shriek reached a crescendo, one that drove into the very skulls of those who were alive. Toko retreated, Herculean retreated and Fiora just barely managed to bring herself out of the way of the warpath. She only...

Cycle 10: Black Sheep The roaring overtakes your ears. Rejiciunt has long since become an unintelligible monster, having thrown away the pretenses of victimization or wit under the tide of fury. The monsters creep beyond what your weapons can hack away, brambles growing countless and unending...

Pain. Pain. Pain. The pain rushes through your nerves. The cavern pixelates, and it gets harder to see right. Your ears are in a daze, unfocused, and the comms themselves are starting to get choppy. Sometimes, in the static, you hear the man's voice from when you had entered. "Failsafe..."...

Cycle 9.5.3 The brambles creep...

Cycle 9.5.2 The brambles creep...

Cycle 9.5.1 The brambles creep...

Cycle 9: Where Pain Begins, I End Nothing good would last forever. When the doll inevitably awoke, it came with a furious cry. It could be heard in every shadow of every thorn and creeped into your ears like molasses. The roaring did not cease, it did not falter-the forest of brambles was...

Cycle 8.5.4 The brambles creep... They have overtaken Herculean's space! Sepulchre approaches the bleak altar hidden within the brambles, that which called out to faer like any other fascinating secret of the black tangles. It promised strength, offering naught but hardship in spades in...

Upcoming Challenges Difficulty - Hard - Players - Two groups of 4 A group of new players and the other of intermediate players One brave and mighty hero A group of heroes on a long vacation found a spot most curious. Between the isles of an archipelago one may walk upon countless...

Cycle 8.5.3 The brambles creep... ...Yet that was not so important to you, who could not see them. Before you was an altar within the thorns-a safe outcropping of stone between the thorns. As if warded from the place, the brambles would not near this altar. They waited patiently, knowing that...

Cycle 8.5.2 The brambles creep...

Cycle 8.5.1 The doll has fallen limp! The cloth rests on fallen vines, motionless. The room grows quiet. That does not mean it is safe. The brambles creep...