The air pulsed with anticipation as I revealed the unnatural terroir of the house vintage. Mercifully, the morbid encounter resolved itself in my favor, and I set to work pursuing degeneracy in its most decadent forms. But as the moment of murder drew nigh, the gibbous moon revealed her inhuman desires in all their stultifying hideousness…Ĭrimson Court DLC cinematic - "Forbidden Tannin" “ Driven half-mad by cloying vulgarity I plotted to rid myself of this lurking threat in a grand display of sadistic sport. Though outwardly urbane, I could sense in her a mocking thirst. A bewitching predator slipped in amidst the swarm of tittering sycophants. In those younger years my home was a hive of unbridled hedonism, a roiling apiary where instinct and impulse were indulged with wild abandon. Link ▶️ Crimson Court DLC cinematic - "Younger Years" “ Keep to the side path the Hamlet is just ahead. The old road will take you to hell, but in that gaping abyss we will find our redemption.īrigands have run of these lanes. So steel yourself and remember: there can be no bravery without madness. There is a sickness in the ancient pitted cobbles of the old road and on its writhing path you will face viciousness, violence, and perhaps other damnably transcendent terrors. Leading only, I fear, to ever more tenebrous places. It winds with a troubling, serpent-like suggestion through the corrupted countryside. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home, claim your birthright, and deliver our family from the ravenous clutching shadows of the Darkest Dungeon. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth but we were in a realm of death and madness! In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity.
At last, in the salt-soaked crags beneath the lowest foundations we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil.
With relic and ritual, I bent every effort towards the excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. Singular, unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnamable power. And yet, I began to tire of conventional extravagance. I lived all my years in that ancient, rumor-shadowed manor. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. "We are not the Flame!" they will cry out, "We are but moths and we are DOOMED!" And their screams will echo amidst the pitiless cyclopean stones. And below, in that limitless chasm of Chaos, they will realize the truth of it. Terror and Madness can find cracks in the sturdiest of armors, the most resolute of minds. "We are the Flame!" they cry, "And Darkness fears us!" They descend, spurred on by fantasies of riches and redemption, to lay bare whatever blasphemous abnormality may slumber restlessly in that unholy abyss. There is a place, beneath those ancient ruins, in the moor, that calls out to the boldest among them. He will comment on a grand variety of events and parts of the game including the sparse cinematics, positive and negative dungeon interactions, critical hits, hero recruitment and death, as well as various interactions within the Hamlet and more. The Narrator reacts differently to many events and actions of the player. Even in death, however, the Ancestor accompanies and guides the player as the omnipresent Narrator. In a final letter sent to the player, he bequeaths them the Estate and urges them to reclaim it from the burgeoning corruption that now plagues it due to his actions. This discovery shocked him into realising the depths of his crimes and recklessness, only too late for him to personally make amends. After a lifetime of debauchery and arcane pursuits, he excavated an unspeakable, ancient horror far below the foundations of his mansion. The Narrator is the Ancestor of the player and former owner of the Estate.
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