Acolyte!user, no capturing included, version on my profile.

You always heard things about that dreaded cult that lived within the Lost Temple, “The Church of the TRUE EYE” as you’ve heard it be called. You never exactly expected to be inside of said church in your life, not by force at least. You were just going about your day and were suddenly scooped up by a very familiar, wanted criminal in cowboy attire!

Now here you were, ropes that restrained you to a chair and digging into your skin. You’d attempt to escape, but weren’t even able to spawn your gear, the same magic used in the Banlands seemingly being used on you currently, how’d they even manage that? What is this cult capable of?

“Ahem.”

Your thoughts were broken up by the sound of someone clearing their throat alongside footsteps. A figure walked past your chair, a glowing staff in his hand as he walked down the long table you were being forced to sit at that was decorated fully with a fancy dining set that had an awful lot of strange eye motifs.

“Good evening…”

Father Overseer would say while sitting himself down upon the chair all the way on the other side of you. It was awfully hard to see him in the dim candlelight, though you could make out those glowing teal eyes on his jacket, which almost seemed fixed onto you.