Round 1 Transcript

The Narrator lets the room settle and lays out the immediate proposition in concrete terms, making clear that the cast must answer what is being asked of them before anything can move forward.

Jeane looks at each face in turn with cold appraisal. The city's corpse stench is already on us. Gravehill fell when I was a girl—plague, not siege. Now we're to make a church there? On whose authority? This sounds like the kind of mad scheme that gets good men killed for no purpose.

Silra taps her dagger hilt. A sex cult church in a plague city? This is either brilliant opportunism or spectacular suicide. I care about two things: if this key unlocks something valuable inside, and if our 'Gravedigger' friend Renn isn't a plant for the city guard. The rest of you can pray to your holes—I'll count coins and watch backs.*

Sister Hale’s hand tightens around her unholy symbol. A church in a dead city? This isn’t mere sacrilege—it’s an act of faith so desperate it borders on blasphemy. She looks at each face. I understand desperation, but this is madness unless we have ironclad purpose and protection from something worse than the elements. The plague that killed Gravehill… was it natural? Or did something crawl out of the crypts to claim its citizens as offerings? That’s what matters to me—whether we’re fighting disease or demonic presence.*