D&D Horror Chronicles: Tales of Terror" is a collection of spine-chilling narratives that delve into the darker side of the The Forgotten Realms.
Experience the gripping accounts of heroes and adventurers who find themselves trapped in harrowing enc...
(A/n: made a quick change in the bio, just the outfit that Y/n is wearing. Also, goal is to make each of these little arcs 3 chapters.)
As Y/n and Kegan ventured into the dimly lit basement of the church, the flickering light from Kegan's torch revealed a gruesome scene. Y/n's gaze fell upon the bodies scattered across the floor, a bitter reminder of the danger lurking within these walls.
"There's that group of people you were so eager to save," Y/n remarked dryly, his eyes fixed on the carnage before them. The nearest corpse was unmistakably Thrum. His abdomen was viciously torn open, his intestines spilling out onto the blood-soaked floor.
Y/n crouched, examining another patch of blood mixed with dust, but found no body associated with it. The texture was gritty under his fingertips, a clue that offered more questions than answers.
Kegan, moving the torch closer to another body, revealed the fate of Poru. His jaw had been brutally removed, leaving his tongue grotesquely visible, and his throat was savagely ripped out, a dark pool of blood encircling the wound.
Yuka's remains were even more horrific; only the lower half of his torso remained, his arms severed.
"One's missing," Kegan observed, breaking the silence that had enveloped the grim discovery.
"Missing?" Y/n echoed, perplexed.
"The footprints we followed belonged to a group of four. There's a body unaccounted for. Whoever it is might still be in here... and possibly alive," Kegan theorized, his voice carrying a mix of hope and caution.
"Or their remains are outside with the others, by the church," Y/n countered, though his tone lacked conviction.
"That's unlikely. The bodies outside were in advanced stages of decomposition, dead for weeks. These... these deaths are recent, no more than an hour old," Kegan deduced. Y/n remained silent, his gaze fixed on the staircase where a shadowy figure loomed ominously.
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The faint glow of red eyes pierced the darkness, locking onto his. Visions of his own demise, vivid and terrifying, played out in his mind, each scenario more gruesome than the last. A sense of impending doom wrapped around him like a shroud, filling him with dread.
Kegan's voice barely pierced the fog of Y/n's trance, his concern palpable as he shook Y/n's shoulder. "You okay?" he pressed, his brows knit together in worry.
Glancing back towards the staircase, Y/n found the shadowy moth had vanished. Shaking off the eerie feeling, he managed a nod. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine," he assured Kegan, though his voice lacked conviction. "C'mon, let's keep looking around."
As they continued their grim exploration, Y/n couldn't shake the sensation of being watched. It felt as if countless eyes were boring into him from every shadowed corner of the room, an unseen audience to their every move.
