You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home, claim your birthright, and deliver our family from the ravenous clutching shadows of the Darkest Dungeon.
Four brave, mad souls delve down into forgotten halls, lost in the mazes that run beneath the decrepit manor. Each has come for their own causes, bonded together only for safety as the halls begin to present the horrors.
There in the darkness, foes of decrepit madness lash outwards. They progress forward, but the torch light and goods purchased above only hold for so far.
The first to fall is the Occultist. One well acccquainted with the horrors, choosing to embrace that dark lore made with a devil far stronger than one would thing. Delving so far down beneath, meeting the horrors that they had devoted their whole life too made his snap of madness easy. Consumed by the obsessions, he becomes the lamb of sacrifice for mindless drones of what lurks beneath.
And deeper and deeper they go.
Next is the Vestal, the one that holds hope and light of a pious god. Above, their faith seemed to be strong in helping others. But as the further and further darkness swallowed them, they too fell to a fear of the dark. Hands reached out, flashing what little light they could to record their fate before falling to a crawling and hungry darkness.
Further below they continued, half of what had come. But the goal still remained below.
It did not take long for the Highwayman to fall next. Always a bit more bloodthirsty than the rest, it soon overwhelmed him. All that was there before was washed away, becoming nothing more than a beast that hungered for war and blood. Despite this rebirth in bloodlust, he still fell to the blades that had brought all others low.
And all that remained was one.
It was a common place for the Leper to be. Clad in gold, with a mask that covered their face they had been down here before. Down here, among the acolytes of elder gods and abominations that would make the world thrash, they were at home.
Finishing down the last foe, they turned back and marched back upwards towards the surface. Once again those that the Leper had relied on had proven too weak. Despite how they clawed to get the power, the information, the freedom that they had seen down below, they too had fallen for the lure and consumed by the darkness below.
Only the Leper, an outcast in the worlds above found solace down where others found fear and hatred. For he was not part of the realms, held not the anger in the hearts of the others. There was merely the duty to crush the darkness, and restore order to where it had once been.
As he trudged up, he thought of who to bring next. There were always those that wished to delve down deep and face the madness.