Gloom: BARiTONES

[idolpro]

[The old-fashioned writing desk in the center of the room carries several blank pieces of paper, a fine wooden pen, and a piece of parchment covered in writing. When you take a look, you find the following epigraph in a vibrant scrawl:]

Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.

Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.

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Re: STORYTELLING

[marsascending]

Feverish and enraged, Willem called upon the Dam's nephew Zadok, son of her slain sister, who had offered aid to him at the beginning of his illness; before, he had turned down the aid, foolishly clinging to his old loyalties. But now, knowing of Zadok's dabbling in dark magicks, Willem sought to end his suffering at any cost. Zadok, using Willem's coughed-up blood, summoned horrors to seek out the origin of his curse of illness, and the Dam found herself hunted by an army of eldritch horrors.

Zadok’s wrath for his dead mother was not lessened by the fact that the target was his aunt, and the magicks he employed were truly terrible, twisted creations.

However, it was too late; Too late to see his revenge. Too late to save himself. Willem succumbed to his illness, his feeble lungs giving out, choking upon his own blood, he was no more.

THE END