A Wall. And the Prison Gate.

{if Lead By A Shade, Darkly = 2}

You are led, by the dark shade, across the battlements of a foreboding castle. The night air is as dark as pitch, but the blackness is again and again torn bright by lightning and distant thunder. Other shades patrol the walls, all carrying torches that shine with a colour that can be only seen in dreams.

Your guide brings you to a monstrous tower, a crooked finger that claws against the heavens. More torches flicker inside, casting moving shadows over moth-eaten tapestries. Twelve knights raise eleven swords, and the wails of the doomed rise from the depths. The shade leads you upwards, past sinking ships and past a city under siege. {if The Almost Bishop of Anceleisle = 1} A prince of the church sits a sundered throne inside a crumbling cathedral, his heart pierced by glass shattered from the colourful spear of a Saint. {elseif A Soldier = 1} A pile of corpses is heaped by the walls, naked bones and broken spears. A warrior, their metal armour rich with gems, climbs the makeshift ramp, skulls cracking underfoot. {elseif A Rogue = 1} A family flees the cannonade, dressed in rags. Then their child kneels alone, prying golden rings from dead hands. {else} Something shifts around the edges, slithering through the cracks and splinters. The holes and rot do not show stone underneath, but roiling flesh and starlight. {endif}

{if The One-Eyed Captain’s Health = 0} Your dead Captain {else} The One-Eyed Captain {endif} awaits you at the top, a dark cape billowing behind her in the wind. {if The One-Eyed Captain’s Health = 0} She smiles at you, a bony jaw and pale teeth under a dark hood. A skeletal finger clasps your arm and her dead nails dig deep. {elseif The One-Eyed Captain’s Health = 1} She smiles at you, then coughs. Blood hits your shirt, dark rivulets on the white linen. The kerchief in her hand is stained as well and stains more as she wipes her chin. {else}She smiles at you, then hides her face. Her offered hand reaches yours, the touch is warm, dry and firm. {endif}

She speaks, but the words mean nothing to you. Then you see the altar, and the woman chained to the slab. The sisters look so much alike, even with a blindfold covering the eyes of the Younger Dustwell. A rain-drenched shirt, once white, covers her nakedness. It does not reach her arms nor beyond her knees, showing all too clearly the cruel chains around her wrists and ankles.

A flint knife shines in the Captain’s hand and you take it, the dull blade shaking in your grip. Your careful slashes rip the shirt and leave the bound woman naked, cold water pooling from her breasts. She tries to speak, but rain fills her mouth and leaves her sputtering for air. The stream floods down her body and draws your eyes between her legs.

You wake hard and sticky, your cheek wet with drool.

{elseif Lead By A Shade, Darkly = 1}

You are led, by a dark shade, through endless corridors. The doomed moan and wail in their cells, but your shadowy guide pays them no heed. It carries a torch that shines with a colour that can be only seen in dreams.

You know where it will lead you, but you are ill-prepared for the sight: The Younger Dustwell in chains; tied down to her own filth. Your guide says something, speaking suddenly in her sister’s voice, both pleading with you not to do it. The marks of previous visitors cover the Younger’s face and leak from her naked sex.

You are now: Lead By A Shade, Darkly

You wake with your cock in your hand.

{else}

You are led, by a dark shade, through endless corridors. The doomed moan and wail in their cells, but your shadowy guide pays them no heed. It carries a torch that shines with a colour that can be only seen in dreams.

You know where it will lead you, but you are ill-prepared for the sight: The Younger Dustwell in chains; tied down to her own filth. Your guide says something, speaking suddenly in her sister’s voice, both pleading with you not to do it. The marks of previous visitors cover the Younger’s face and leak from her naked sex.

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You wake with your cock in your hand.

{endif}