Dunklen Seelen

A tale following the adventures of a small group of ashen warriors in an unforgiving land of Old.

The Land of Old has seen vicious lords and ladies; rich princes and princesses of a most gluttonous, rageous, and promiscuous nature who corrupted the very earth of the lands with vile curses and horrible plagues.

A story of an ancient cataclysmic event known as the First Kindling has been passed down through the generations in myth among the peoples; ancient ruins lay untouched in fear of what is heard in the night, and the day is hardly better with thieves and monstrosities seen often in the forests.

Follow the stories of these brave souls as they conquer this world of danger.
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Part One
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A young man awakens in a sweat, lifting his shaven head drowsily and rattling his chained hands.

"...Wha... What...?" He manages to mutter out, but his head pounds and his lips feel dry and cracked. He could really use a drink.

Where was he? What happened?

His eyes wander groggily to his current surroundings in confusion. He spots four old stone walls, decrepit and dusty. A spike, driven into the wall, seems to be attached to chains, linking to rusty cuffs that sit taut on his wrists. The young man blinks in fear.

Not just because he is lost, but because he has no clue who he is or, even for that matter, what he is.

"H-Hello?" He calls out in whispered tones, unsure of whether this was wise or not.

To his horror, a low gurgle seems to emenate from nearby; reverberating off the mostly empty corridor that is faintly lit by the moonlight he sees from his small, stone cell.

The noise grows louder, and he hears the loud clang of old metal bouncing off of metal, and unnerving scrapes of iron on stone...

By the gods, what was that...?