>>48475598"The rotten wood creaked with the every step of your shoddy leather boots in desperate need of repair. The place was dead silent, littered with cobwebs, and the only natural light coming in was that of the waning moon seeping through the boarded up windows of the room. This job of yours required a certain degree of caution, though not unlike any other. An old and abandoned castle said to have been overcome with a curse centuries ago due to the greed of the king who owned the place.
That was as much as you heard from your contractor, a shady old man who covered most of his body with a robe, as if he was hiding something. Your reason for having come here, as per specified in your contract, was to recover a certain vial from the castle dungeon, operated by the king himself. Supposedly, in the vial was blood extracted from a tortured specimen of a species now long extinct, humanoid in nature, though beyond that, you had no clue. Seemingly simple at first, he informed you that the dungeon was hidden, and that for the vial to be retrieved, you would first have to find the dungeon itself, hidden somewhere inside the vastness of this dark and damp castle.
With all that in mind, there was also another problem to further complicate things. As it was told, not from the man himself, but from adventurers who warned you as to why everyone refused his contract, was that the castle was looming full of ghostly creatures who once served the king, but were caught in his greed and transformed into beastkin. Passing tradesmen and scavengers alike told of strange noises coming from the place, but so far, you had only encountered bats and rats, gnawing at the old papyrus. Perhaps the tales were over exaggerated. It was rather dull."
