Closing November 8 - Some things are better left undiscovered. Occult-obsessed archeologists have cracked into ancient catacombs and unleashed Pitch, the very essence of darkness, and once you enter you will never see the light, again.
In forgotten depths, deep below the surface of an untrodden land, you will follow the very footsteps of the occult-obsessed archeologists that have purposefully delved into a primeval network of catacombs. With intent purpose, deeper they went by lantern-light alone, narrowly avoiding whole sections of caverns with collapsing ceilings and misty pitfalls. Further still, following unknown runes etched into the tunnel walls from eons past. And even deeper, not turning back even when their lanterns revealed in their dim glow crimson-soaked altars and entire columns of bones.
It was then that they heard the chanting.
Closer that chanting came, echoing off of the cavern walls, until their lanterns blew out in a flash and they were swallowed by the thickest of ebon. These approaching, unseen beings and their guttural incantations were indiscernible to their well-educated ears. In that very darkness, it was then that they were overcame by the Seers, dark priests whom have never seen the light of day. Gifted with death eternal, these Seers worship and serve the very embodiment of primordial darkness: that immorally wicked worshipped entity “Pitch”.
Bound in darkness, the archeologists submitted to their fate and were dragged into the presence of Pitch, itself. Heard, but not seen, mindless oracles scurried about the cloven feet of Pitch, meek in both size and will, compared to the lord of dark echoes towering above them, whose horned head scraped the lofty roof of its eternal tomb.
There, these pitiful adventurers’ mortal souls were offered up to Pitch….just like yours will be when you venture into the Dark Echoes.
