The Temple of the Horrorterrors is far from civilization, past every Dersite city and town, situated in the middle of a big meadow, and the trees around it draw an almost eerily perfect circle around it. It’s like they know to stay away from it. You, however, do not have the fortune of following their example.

The big door past the columns is open, and just inside, a young woman is sitting in front of a crystal ball, right in the middle of the cell. “Oh? Excuse me, but what are you doing here? This is not a place for visitors.” She says, looking directly into your eyes. “I know.” You reply. “I just didn’t know where to turn. You’re my last hope. I’ve been…seeing things.” “What things?” She asks immediately, tilting her head.

“It’s hard to describe. Creatures, monsters, or maybe it’s one big mass of terrifying limbs and tentacles, I don’t know. They whisper things.” You reply. It’s easy to let it out when you get started. “It keeps me up at night. And it comes to me during the day. I’m constantly scared of when it’ll happen again. And… I have this.” You lift up your sleeve, revealing a mark on your wrist. It almost looks like a summon circle, except instead of letters or runes, there’s binary code along the outer edge.

Her eyes widen. “This is the mark of the Horrorterrors.” She brushes her fingers over it. She notices your panicked look and smiles. “Not to worry. It just means you have an affinity with the Gods of the Furthest Ring. To what degree, I do not know yet. Here,” She invites you to sit on a cushion. “I will give you a tarot reading, and we’ll see where to go from there.”

She starts shuffling her deck, and spreads the cards out in front of her. “Pick five."