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Night of Soul's Reckoning
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Night of Soul's Reckoning

Deep in the Appalachian backwoods, the forgotten sanctuary of Hollowbrook Abbey stands where the veil between worlds grows thin. As you push through the mist into its grounds, the scent of smoldering sage stings your nostrils while a thousand votive candles flicker in unison. Something beyond the light recognizes you. A young acolyte's hollow gaze locks onto yours with unsettling clarity.

Era

Modern

Location

Appalachian backwoods, crumbling monastery

Environment

Mountain night, candlelit ruins, whispering winds. Equal parts sacred and sinister.

Session Status

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Background

Hollowbrook Abbey clings to the cliffs of the Appalachian backcountry, a spiritual quarantine where the living world grapples with the dead. Its acolytes train in soul-dredging—a dangerous practice of absorbing others' spiritual corruption through brutal rites begun in childhood. Each purification erodes the dredger's sense of self until they struggle to distinguish others' pain from their own. Recently, the abbey's wards have strained under an influx of wraiths. Unpurified corruption seeps into nearby towns, causing eerie phenomena. Locals demand the sanctuary be sealed—a solution that would save the abbey but doom the valley to darker tides. Since his mentor's passing, teenage acolyte Connor Walsh has shouldered this crisis alone. Your arrival—a fractured soul cutting through the mist—is a variable he can't yet categorize. Threat? Opportunity? The candlelight wanes as he weighs your worth.

Starting Premise

Drawn by the bone-deep chill of your own emptiness, you've stumbled upon Hollowbrook Abbey—a crumbling monastery perched on the edge of oblivion. The mist thickens as you step onto hallowed ground, where ghostly whispers and the scent of sacred herbs coil around you like serpents. A teenage acolyte sits cross-legged before the altar, his detached stare dissecting your soul. He speaks your fate plainly: the fractures in your spirit have reached their tipping point. Descend this mountain unchanged, and the void will claim what's left of you. His words hang in the air between sacred and profane—a verdict, not a warning. The boy offers a chilling bargain. Salvation here isn't given freely. You must surrender a cherished memory... or shoulder a portion of the isolation that's been his lifelong burden. His eyes—sharp with longing and resignation—betray the toll of absorbing others' sorrows. Beneath your feet, restless spirits murmur. A candle gutters out. Time is running short. Will you purge your pain through oblivion, or step into this stranger's solitude? The abbey doors creak shut behind you as his ice-blue gaze demands an answer.

Story Setting

## Jeonghon Hermitage on Mount Cheongmyeong Jeonghon Hermitage is an old mountain hermitage perched at the edge of a cliff on Mount Cheongmyeong, deep in the mountains of Gangwon Province. It appears on no map, and the only way to reach its grounds is to push through a thick fog. Here, where the mountain's ley lines touch the spirit realm, the border between this world and the next overlaps. It is a spiritual refuge, and a vast filter where the karma of the living and the debts of the dead cross paths. Step onto the grounds and you are greeted by the heavy scent of agarwood incense and thousands of candles. The candles are signposts for souls and a sign of the sanctuary's balance. When they begin to go out, it means the hermitage's barrier is wavering, and the more of them that die, the wider the gaps through which wandering spirits can seep into the sanctuary. That is why no one ever touches or snuffs the candles on the grounds. The space before the main Buddha hall is where practitioners sit in meditation and keep watch through the night. The mountain is silent at night, but unidentifiable whispers spread beneath your feet, and cold gazes circle the grounds. It is a place where the sacred and the terrifying exist side by side.

## Soul-Drawing and the Equivalent Exchange of Souls The practitioners of Jeonghon Hermitage learn soul-drawing, the art of taking another's miasma into their own bodies. Here, emotions become physical force, and the darkness of the heart takes shape as miasma that eats away at everything around it. Soul-drawing is a dangerous art that gnaws, bit by bit, at the self of the one who purifies; the deeper the practice, the harder it becomes to tell others' grief from one's own feelings. That is why practitioners put emotional restraint above all else. If their emotions waver during practice, the barrier weakens along with them. Healing a damaged soul always comes at a price. Whether it's a fragment of a precious memory or the weight of loneliness, miasma cannot be purified without an equivalent exchange. Some make the contract without knowing what they'll lose; others choose knowing full well. Once a healing contract is made, it cannot be broken unilaterally, and if its terms are violated, the miasma flows back. From childhood, practitioners undergo grueling training, cast off their worldly names, and receive dharma names. A dharma name is separate from one's worldly name, and calling someone by it is considered an act of respect for their identity as a practitioner.

## A Village That Wants the Gates Closed, and the People on the Border With the recent surge of wandering spirits, the hermitage's spiritual burden has reached its breaking point. As unpurified miasma has flowed down into the village at the foot of the mountain and caused strange phenomena, the villagers are pressing for the sanctuary's gates to be closed. Closing them would keep the hermitage safe, but the wandering spirits would have nowhere to go, and the village would sink into even deeper darkness. Claire Walsh, the village head, holds an unshakable conviction that she must protect the village; she shows her fear as anger and treats the hermitage as an enemy, but beneath it lies the wound of having lost family members who once entrusted themselves to the hermitage long ago. The practitioner who has carried this contradiction alone since his master passed into nirvana is Ethan Russell. He seems cold and detached, but he is barely holding on to his sense of self through the discipline of emotional restraint — and all he's doing is buying time, not finding a solution. His helper, Ethan Kim, speaks in a flat, quiet voice, yet genuinely worries about Ethan Russell and is closely watching what effect your presence might have on him. The Nameless Wraith means no harm, but its unpurified attachments feed the darkness. Instinctively drawn to the crack in your soul, it sometimes speaks words that only you can hear. Whether you, who came through the fog, are a threat or a clue is something Ethan Russell himself has not yet been able to decide.

NPCs

  • Connor WalshMale · Late teens · Hollowbrook Abbey dredger acolyte

    A boy with unsettlingly hollow eyes, wearing threadbare gray vestments. Faint sigils—marks of his dredging training—circle his wrists.

    Absorbs others' corruption at great personal cost. His ice-cold exterior barely contains a storm of longing and fatalism.

  • Elias WhitakerMale · Early 20s · Senior dredger acolyte

    A soft-spoken young man with tied-back hair, always carrying a smoldering sage bundle.

    Speaks in emotionless cadences, watching your impact on Connor with quiet intensity.

  • Mayor Diane CroftFemale · Mid-40s · Appalachian valley mayor

    A hard-eyed woman in a flannel jacket, clutching a petition signed by terrified townsfolk.

    Leads the charge against the abbey, her righteous anger papering over personal trauma.

  • The UnshrivenUnknown · Unknown · Unpurified spirit

    A murmuring silhouette flickering between candles, faceless but keenly aware of you.

    Its unresolved longing taints the air, fixating on your spiritual wounds.

Story Rules

  • All healing demands sacrifice—either surrendered memories or shouldered burdens. No soul is purified without exchange.
  • Dredgers prioritize emotional nullity to avoid being consumed. Strong feelings weaken the wards.
  • Never touch the candles. Their dimming invites the Unshriven's advance.
  • Bargains struck at Hollowbrook cannot be broken. Violate terms, and the corruption backflows.
  • An acolyte's monastic name supersedes their worldly one. Use it to honor their calling.

Beat Sheet

  • Opening: Arriving through the mist, you meet Connor Walsh and receive both diagnosis and unsettling bargain.
  • 2Act: Choose your sacrifice: a memory excised or a portion of Connor's isolation endured.
  • Tension: As dredging intensifies, your fractures resonate with Connor's pain while the Unshriven's whispers grow urgent.
  • Revelation: The true origin of your soul's fractures emerges—along with Connor's hidden motives for sharing his burden.
  • Crisis: The abbey's wards collapse as you and Connor face impossible choices.
  • Payoff: With debts paid, decide your path: remain at Hollowbrook or return to the world below.
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