Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
The stone cap snaps upward on undetectable hinges. Only oily darkness within, an oubliette that defies the Hellsun's rays.
All is silent but for an ominous hum - and then a long, near-inaudible shriek as a pillar of darkness erupts from the prison. The crater is enveloped in Second Circle shadows; hair drifts as if underwater and sounds echo too long.
And over the three of you looms a figure of deeper darkness, only their great round eyes and grinning teeth visible two-hundred hands above in stark white.
"At last. Step forward, loyal supplicants," it booms with unusual cadence, "I would reward you for releasing me."
Harrow would recognise this creature as a shape-shifting tyrant who name is struck from record, but was oft referred to as The Poisoned Chalice.
All is silent but for an ominous hum - and then a long, near-inaudible shriek as a pillar of darkness erupts from the prison. The crater is enveloped in Second Circle shadows; hair drifts as if underwater and sounds echo too long.
And over the three of you looms a figure of deeper darkness, only their great round eyes and grinning teeth visible two-hundred hands above in stark white.
"At last. Step forward, loyal supplicants," it booms with unusual cadence, "I would reward you for releasing me."
Harrow would recognise this creature as a shape-shifting tyrant who name is struck from record, but was oft referred to as The Poisoned Chalice.