Fantasy The Crypt of Yemu (Closed)

[Vagabond Spectre]

The Crypt of Yemu
Introduction​

You are called on a quest/duty that you cannot turn away from. Perhaps the end reward bought you, the quest is somehow stringed to your personal interest or could it be that it's just for the thrill of the adventure. You, an adventurer have took upon a mysterious quest offered to you by a certain individual that you cannot remember. No, you cannot even recall your own past, your friends, family or even what happened to you before you got here...

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Where are you? Who are you? What are you here for? These questions have wondered your mind as look around you. The world you know of is no longer here. The faces of loved ones, the beautiful trees and the shining rays of the sun. Gone... A chilling silent breeze sweeps on your skin, a cold wind that penetrates the skin with it's icy claws it almost feels like a breath. The scent of rust and burnt flesh of who knows what, an awful stench could be distinguished by the one whose stench is sensitive enough to know that something else is also near it's almost sickening to inhale it's wretched fetor of an unknown source. The deafening silence all around devilishly plays with your mind, it's silent hands only cuffs and whispers to thine ears with it's haunting howls of the halls. What's around is nothing but old stones and rusted iron shackles on the walls. Halls of endless darkness beckoning you to come closer. You're only source of light is the dimly lit torches on the mossy stone walls. You cannot remember how you got here but you feel it. Despite your blindness of memories and lack of the knowledge of the new world thereof, a sense of dread pierces your heart. An unshakable feeling of something hunting you that even the most stoutest hearts will drive into madness. As you're mind tells you lies and truths. There is one presumption that is true.

You are not alone...​