You wake up next to a hard, coral feeling plant husk. The ground is
dark brown it feels like dirt, there are cracks all around you,
they glow with a magenta light. The sky is lavender and cloudy the
fog around you is so dense you can see very little. You hear a man
calling, "Solitaire! Solitaire!"
*Zane did a heavy sigh and started to walk toward the castle he
left the old man there not wanting to be involved or anything with
him, but he felt they would meet again. Has he walked a long
journey to the castle he finally reaches there and started to knock
on the door* Hello!
You ask me I just looking for answers on how I got here in the
first place, some old fart pointed me here if i were me wouldn't be
talking to you *Zane said as he barely flinch at the sight of the
creature*
The basilisk hissed at Zane, "I see, yet another soul enters the
domain of Ouroborus. I am him. I am the ruler of this domain." His
next his made his tongue rub against Zane's face. "Ah! An offering
from my heretics!"
What do you mean soul! *He burst in outrage until he remembered the
game night were his head got chop off* Oh my god... I am dead... so
your saying that your nutjob follower is making game nights just to
make sacrifices!?
"Well, isn't that fortunate." Sophie's voice drifted toward them as
her spirit walked up to them. She looked nonplussed, "One after
another, all caught up in this intricate spider web."
Just like I said there is a game party happening and your nutjob of
a cultist is killing us all! *Zane explain to the creature as he
told the events of what was happening to the point they enter until
he die*
"I do not care what the heretics do as long as they uphold my end
of the bargain." He shrugged off the complaints, "Now, what to do
with the two of you?"