The Reader reads. Other travellers follow along on their devices.
As we plunge ever deeper into darkness, we feel the pall of the Wood fall over us. Now, little by little, we begin to perceive Him — His eyes watching us, His hands holding us. Finally, we understand the terrible truth: we were fools to come here, to His garden, to His house. We were fools to think that we could escape His clutches.
And then…
The branches part, and He is there. The Lord of the Wood, the demon-god older than time itself, stands before us. As He turns His gaze upon us, we are filled with joy and fear. His face is a wondrous sight. A terrible sight. The sort of sight that might be a person’s last.
The Lord of the Wood is a being of pure magic and power. He appears in different forms to every traveller’s eye, reflecting their own fears and desires back at them.
Clockwise starting with the Reader, each traveller takes it in turns to describe how the Lord of the Wood appears to them.
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The time has come for the master of the Elder Wood to claim His due. Each in our own way, we face Him.
DO NOT SPEAK for the following section.
Travellers read on alone until told otherwise.
In the previous section, did you personally convert any of the below Chapter V Bargains into Blessings?
Sovereign, Moon, Assassin, Mystic, Triplets
If so, click the button below. Otherwise, scroll on.
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————Silently, each traveller considers their unique character options in the green section below.
Without discussion, make your choice and click through.
You are the Starved.
You came to the Elder Wood in the hope of slaking your terrible thirst.
Will you place yourself at the demon’s mercy, hoping for a cure? Or will you satisfy the Lord’s own hunger with one of your companions?
How will you approach the Lord of the Wood?
You came here to be cured, no matter the risk.
Submit to your fate.
You see the god’s thirst. Only one thing will slake it…