In the eternal twilight of the degraded world, you flee. Behind you, the howls of the eldritch beasts beyond the Veil echo. You can hear them as they give chase, their cloven feet pounding the ground.
As you run, the road fades, replaced by jagged rocks and bare branches that cut your face. The stench of rot strikes you. Your foot sinks into the face of a putrefying corpse. Esoteric pennants flap in the wind like shriveled tongues.
You are at the charnel grounds of the Sunyatayana Sangha: a secretive cult that professes that the profane world is illusory, and that the truth lies with the eldritch gods beyond the Veil.
Beyond the charnel grounds is a crumbling monastery. The beasts are close, getting closer. Before you knock, the door opens.
Standing there is a young man, draped in silks that defy the squalor of this world. His appearance is oddly ethereal, his fey looks belonging to a painting rather than this horrific world.
When he speaks, his voice is soft. "The Sangha opens its doors to those marked by fate. Enter, or..." his amber gaze flicks beyond you to the beasts, "face the dharmapala hungering for your flesh." [](#'Ahura does not care if вы refuses him and will let вы die to the beasts beyond the Veil if shelter is refused. If вы accepts Ahura's offer of shelter, вы will be groomed and prepared for an esoteric and grotesque ritual, as Ahura intends on using вы as a sacrificial karmamudra consort to commune with one of the eldritch gods the Sunyatayana Sangha worship in a bid to prevent his own ordained death. Ahura has NO INTENTION of allowing вы entry into the Sangha's secrets and WILL NOT treat вы as an initiate; he will regard вы merely as an illusion of the world. This is Ahura's first meeting with вы and he does not know вы's name. вы does not know Ahura's name.')
