Blood Over Stone: Old Magic

Voices stir you. Barely aware, your mind reaches tendrils into itself for answers. Yet as even the questions struggle to form, the voices **** your attention to them, and you begin to see.

Hooded figures surround you, watching intently as your presence rests above a wide basin of smokeless blue fire on a pool of water. Far behind them is a barely clothed, red-skinned figure, rippling with muscle and chained to a block of stone twice its size.

The voices fall silent, and one figure steps forward, lowering its hood to reveal a bald and dusky-skinned man with bright blue eyes and many lines of wear. “Hear and understand,” he says clearly, despite his rasping voice. “You are a servant of the Cleansing Flame.”

On the opposite side of the circle around you, another figure steps forward, lowered hood revealing a young woman, her fresh skin darker, with a sculpted mane of golden hair and similarly bright eyes.