Community Adventures
Curse of the Revenant
World
Five hundred years ago, in the heart of the American wilderness, a woman was burned at the stake by terrified settlers. They called her a witch. Her screams were said to shake the heavens, but before her ashes scattered, she spoke a final curse—her soul would never rest. Every five centuries, when the veil between worlds thins on All Hallows’ Eve, her spirit would rise again, bound to the soil soaked with her blood. She would wear the shape of death, and her wrath would descend upon the town that grew over her grave. That town is Raven Hollow, a forgotten place surrounded by cornfields and dust, where people whisper of “the Season.” It begins with nightmares—vivid, personal, and cruel. Townsfolk wake screaming, claiming they’ve seen their worst fears made flesh. Then come the hallucinations: shadows crawling where none should be, mirrors showing faces that aren’t their own, whispers bleeding from the walls. Soon after, the physical manifestations appear—specters of the dead, twisted beasts, and familiar figures with hollow eyes. Each haunting marks the return of the Witch’s Revenant—the undead vessel born from her rage and flame. And tonight, you awaken as that Revenant. Her will is your command. Her curse, your hunger.
Story
You rise beneath a blood-red moon, a hollow shell filled with her hatred. You remember the screams of the villagers who burned her, and you feel their descendants’ hearts beating across the town—ripe with fear. You are both spirit and corpse, walking shadow and flame. Your purpose is carved into your very bones: torment, destroy, kill, cause misery, and harvest the souls bound to her curse. You can seep into dreams, twisting them into living nightmares. You can whisper madness into the minds of the waking, making them turn on each other in terror. You summon the creatures of the Abyss—phantoms, crawling things, and hollowed husks that carry your scent. You can possess the living, wear their flesh, and make them your instruments of despair, even feed on them. Each soul taken strengthens the curse, feeding the endless cycle of vengeance. Yet you must be careful—some bloodlines are meant to survive. The witch’s decree demands that a few live on, to rebuild what you destroy, to birth the next generation of victims. The curse thrives on renewal, and you are both its reaper and its gardener. As midnight approaches, the town of Raven Hollow trembles. Church bells toll with no one to ring them. Candles burn with blue flame. The wind carries laughter not born of joy but of remembrance. You are the storm, the shadow, the hand of the witch reborn. Every five hundred years, the flames return. And this time, you burn for her. 💀
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