The clanking of iron plates echoing into the vast vaulted ceiling of the entrance chamber. The scent of stale tomb air and dust filling the cold fridge chamber, the breath of each soldiers coiling up into mist in the dimly lit air like wraiths with each exhale. Their sharp eyes scanning the vastness for any sign of life or threat outside the party they formed, each a mercenary in place of the holy warriors that once served the order. Weapons and shields held at the ready to defend from any surprise, a few unable to hide their wonder. Necks craned upwards to try and peer into the inky blackness the concealed the roof. Smooth black flagstones drinking in all light, the iron rings that lined the walls flickering from the wind that didn’t touch a single warrior whose mind could not reach the immaterial plane beyond sight that lit the touches.

The corrupt and callous cardinal who paid and charged the guards to escort the newest cleric to the portal had left her ill prepared for the journey, the endless lights that lined the walls they had been warned against removing. None knew the rules of the labyrinth but all knew it was not fully bound by either realm. Making sure to watch their steps for the all too familiar traps that lay hidden within concealed grooves in the obsidian flagstones, they had been charged to make quick passage to the portal at its centre. At rest the walls that formed the great labyrinth remained hidden, the arcane energy’s needed to sustain its full fury churned beneath the surface of the black obsidians flagstones.

The rustling of chainmail and clinking of steel hafted weapons echoed off the floor as the circle of guards made their way forwards, scanning the chamber and moving as a unit to keep the cleric safely within the centre. Each save the last of the ring, keeping their gaze sharp, his hungry eyes following the figure at the centres movements. Having been a late addition who hoped to join the guard, the latest recruit was unguarded by the cardinals charms and prayers, the ebb and flow of the false fortress wormed at his mind before they had crossed a dozen paces into the chamber. Lust and treachery slowly seeping into his mind from the portal deeper within, while those pale blue eyes watched each titling step she took.

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Good evening DPP, I am looking for someone who’s interested in playing out a GM style campaign where you’ve been setup to fail before you even reach a portal into the false fortress you’ve been sent to purify. I am looking for someone to slowly corrupted and hunt through the labyrinth. With a few trap s to set off and maybe other corrupted priests or priestess stalking you as well. Happy to discuss kinks and references while working out a tale that suits us both. Some of my mains kinks are huge boobs, excessive cum loads and sloppy facefucking.

My limits are scat and gore.