Shadowgate
Clattering through the narrow opening; a blood filled room flares up in an azure aura. Trembling in the stench, you swiftly observe your surroundings.
Human remains litter the jagged stone floor. Limbs hang from various hooks shackled to the ceiling. Holding a hand to your mouth, you suppress vomit hurtling upwards through your throat. A large stone slab leans against the crooked wall. Upon it, unidentifiable flesh and bone lather in a molding heap. Blood leaks inwards towards a decline in the floor, running down the edges of a large square hole in the center of the room.
At the opposite end of the tiny hallow, yet another stone slab greets your eyes. Upon it, a seemingly young female corpse lays hacked upon by a towering, brutish figure. Its bare body layered with fat, it swings feverishly at the breasts of the woman.
As your eyes widen in terror, the creature raises its horned head immediately upon your entrance. Hunched against the low ceiling, it turns on mutated feet to face you. Brandishing a leg-sized cleaver in a bulging arm, you fumble with the handle of the door. Claws like fleshy pincers grip the blood soaked blade savagely as sunken white eyes glow sapphire from across the chamber through narrow slits. Blackened teeth ravage the air as the demon lumbers towards you.
"FRESH MEAT".
Human remains litter the jagged stone floor. Limbs hang from various hooks shackled to the ceiling. Holding a hand to your mouth, you suppress vomit hurtling upwards through your throat. A large stone slab leans against the crooked wall. Upon it, unidentifiable flesh and bone lather in a molding heap. Blood leaks inwards towards a decline in the floor, running down the edges of a large square hole in the center of the room.
At the opposite end of the tiny hallow, yet another stone slab greets your eyes. Upon it, a seemingly young female corpse lays hacked upon by a towering, brutish figure. Its bare body layered with fat, it swings feverishly at the breasts of the woman.
As your eyes widen in terror, the creature raises its horned head immediately upon your entrance. Hunched against the low ceiling, it turns on mutated feet to face you. Brandishing a leg-sized cleaver in a bulging arm, you fumble with the handle of the door. Claws like fleshy pincers grip the blood soaked blade savagely as sunken white eyes glow sapphire from across the chamber through narrow slits. Blackened teeth ravage the air as the demon lumbers towards you.
"FRESH MEAT".