![]() ![]() Keep your wits around you, for danger lies around every corner.ģ: Facing the darkness - Cannibals, fishmen, swinefolk, insane cultists, dark necromancers and worse await you. The world is full of terrible places, and for some reason you've decided to explore them. ![]() The foetor, the sprawl, the tangle, the sluice, the shroud. Might as well get to know your new traveling companions.Ģ: Dungeon crawling - The salt soaked cove, the winding weald, the stinking warrens, the dusty ruins. Why? Was it the lure of vast riches? Did you desire a chance to test your limits? Are you trying to escape your own past? Did you just not know better? Whatever your reasons, it's too late to turn back now. In those darkened halls and grottos, they will be tested to the very limits of their sanity, and possibly (probably) beyond as they do evil with the madmen and monsters within.ġ: The road to hell - Everyone TOLD you it was a bad idea to get in the stagecoach, taking you to the secluded hamlet, or to the mountain of oblivion. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home, claim your birthright, and deliver our family from the ravenous clutching shadows of the Darkest Dungeon.Ī combination of prompts based on the Darkest Dungeon games, largely inspired by the works of HP Lovecraft, in which intrepid but deeply flawed adventurers delve into dark places mankind was never meant to tread in a desperate quest to stop evil from consuming the world. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth but we were in a realm of death and madness! In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity. At last, in the salt-soaked crags beneath the lowest foundations we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. With relic and ritual, I bent every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. Singular, unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnameable power. And yet, I began to tire of conventional extravagance. ![]() I lived all my years in that ancient, rumor-shadowed manor. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. ![]()
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