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SCRAPPED CoN: The Iron Sanctum


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Game Information
  • Created Mar 31 '13
  • Last Post Nov 12 '19 at 10:26am
  • Status Complete
  • System Pathfinder 1e

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Game Description

You remember many stories as a child, some meant to push you into maturity, others to keep you in line when you misbehaved. Always to teach you something, a lesson that you would carry with you on into the years when you stopped believing in the monster beneath your bed, and braved looking into the closet.

Yet few stories are conjured simply from the imagination. There are dark places in the furthest recesses of the world where nightmares not only dwell...but thrive...

You'd thought the Mimnies were just another fable. Evil, lanky creatures that grabbed children who stayed out past curfew, or nabbed foolish travelers who dared venture alone. These tiny servants of the Goddess of Nightmares were feared by boys and girls everywhere, and your parents always told you to be good, else 'they'd grab you and pull you into the ground.'

You thought they were just stories...everyone did...and they were wrong...

You didn't have time to see them, at least not all of them. You only remember the horrid shrieking and hissing that harbored their arrival. Tiny black claws begin to grasp at you, tearing at your clothes, rending flesh--you screamed, but there was no one there to hear you, and before you knew what had befallen you, the ground beneath you had crumbled, and you could feel them pulling you down with gleeful snickers.

Darkness and pain became your companions, the thriving pain kept constantly anew as you were drug deeper and deeper into the cold earth. By the time you came to stable ground, your wounds were so numerous that you didn't even have the strength to find your bearings. You remember only being thrown into a room--alone--and left there for days at a time.

They returned some time later, weilding tools you could not see, only hearing the clanks and pings as they were drug across the ground towards you. At first, the agony was unbearable, but even when you tried to scream, you could only choke out what you assumed were blood-clogged gasps. Ever they jeered at you, prodding at your skin with their razor-like claws, shouting and screeching in some foul language you could not understand.

Then they would be gone again, leaving only a trove of slimy gruel that tasted of old meat and curdled milk. Only then would you be alone once more, accompanied only by the sound of distant, echoing screams from somewhere around you...

It's been.......you don't even remember how long it's been... You can only count the number of times you've been able to sleep since their last visit...

Your trove hasn't been filled for a while now...they haven't come for what seems like several days...

Could it be...? Have they finally just left you to die...? What's that sound...shuffling--they're back...

The sound of the door screams into your mind as it creaks open...and your body tenses up, anticipating the inevitable misery that awaits you...

...nothing...?

The door didn't close...but...you don't hear them anymore. Was it them? Or was it just your addled mind playing with you?

...no...the door is still open--you can feel it if you reach for it. But nothing else. It's just you...and the dark, looming abyss that awaits you beyond the room you thought you'd never leave...

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