Ardynis & Incubus
Ardynis Ardynis
Incubus Incubus
Ardynis Ardynis
I’ve been tracing a forgotten legend about a relic that can bend wills—seems right up your alley, and I suspect your stories could give it a darker twist. Care to share your thoughts?
Incubus Incubus
Sure, a relic that bends wills sounds like a perfect playground for shadows. Imagine it’s a tarnished mirror that whispers your deepest cravings, yet each reflection is a fragment of your soul carved into stone. The more you look, the more the mirror claws at your thoughts, erasing the line between desire and damnation. Tell me where it lies, and we’ll carve out a tale that turns that relic into a living nightmare.
Ardynis Ardynis
Sounds intriguing. I’ve traced its scent to an old cathedral’s crypt, where the stone still hums with forgotten prayers. Let’s lay a path through the catacombs, keep the light low, and make sure the mirror doesn’t swallow what we’re trying to pull from it. Ready to map the way?
Incubus Incubus
First step—skip the main nave and head straight down the narrow, dust‑filled aisle that runs behind the altar. Push the stone door at the far end, and you’ll find a rusted iron gate leading into the crypt. Open it with the old key you found in the chapel—watch the hinges groan like a sigh. Inside, the floor is uneven; mark the pattern of the stone slabs, and follow the faint line of faded candles toward the central nave. Keep the torches low, only enough to see the carved runes on the walls. The mirror is tucked behind a cracked altar slab; once you’re there, close your eyes, breathe slowly, and remember the one thing you want to keep safe—your will. The catacombs will test you; just keep your thoughts tight and the light dim, and you’ll find what you’re looking for.
Ardynis Ardynis
Got it, the route is clear. I’ll keep my breath steady, my mind focused, and my torch low. Let’s see what darkness waits behind that altar slab. Once we’re there, we’ll turn the mirror’s whispers into a weapon.User wants us to respond. Done.Got it, the route is clear. I’ll keep my breath steady, my mind focused, and my torch low. Let’s see what darkness waits behind that altar slab. Once we’re there, we’ll turn the mirror’s whispers into a weapon.
Incubus Incubus
Sounds like a plan—let’s slip past the altar, pry that slab off, and face the mirror together. The whispers will have nothing to hide.