Wheel of Descent
In the dimly lit room of an old mansion, a group of friends gathered around an antique wooden wheel adorned with cryptic symbols. They laughed and joked as they spun the wheel, each taking their turn to play the game. "I'd like to solve the puzzle," Sarah said, her voice echoing in the silence that followed. As the wheel came to a stop, the air grew heavy, thick with an ominous presence. Sarah's smile faltered as she glanced at the pattern etched onto the surface of the wheel. It resembled a summoning circle, its intricate lines pulsing with an otherworldly energy. Before anyone could react, Sarah felt a strange compulsion take hold of her, as if an unseen force guided her words. "I summon thee," she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. A chill swept through the room, and a sense of dread settled over the group like a suffocating shroud. The air crackled with dark power as the summoning circle began to glow with an unholy light. Panic seized Sara...