Tower Of Trample (2024)

The door slammed shut behind you. The first step was a staircase of polished marble, each step wide and shallow. You began to climb.

"Another stray," she said, her voice a low, bored contralto. "You reek of desperation. It is my least favorite perfume." Tower Of Trample

But the Orb of Atonement sat at the summit, and the plague in your homeland would not wait for honor or dignity. The door slammed shut behind you

You had heard the stories. Every village idiot and drunken sellsword had. The Tower was a test. A humiliation. A place where the brave were broken, not killed. The enchantments within didn't strike with fire or frost; they pressed, they crushed, they trampled the spirit. "Another stray," she said, her voice a low, bored contralto

She stood. Her shadow engulfed you.

She tilted her head, genuinely curious. "You endured all of that… for others ?"