Alright, I’ve come up with a track and a scenario!
The sect stands around a summoning circle, performing a chant. At the center is a young man (rougly age 18) tied to a stake. The man is gagged and struggling to break free. The circle of hooded summoners breaks to make room for the leader, who chants these words:
“Redi ab inferis, fers tecum tenebras… COME FORTH, TARTELAS!”
The summoning circle illuminates, and a chilling wind begins to swirl. The candles around the circle flicker as the circle glows brighter and wind picks up. Brighter and brighter, faster and faster. The young man squirms and screams through the gag for help, but to no avail. He closes his eyes, awaiting his death. Suddenly, everything stops. The teen slowly opens his eyes and looks down. He is still alive! The man looks around to see the bewildered summoners faces amongst the candlelight. On the young man’s left, however, is a still figure. The boy cannot make out the figure’s face, as the candle under the figure has been extinguished. “Why is that candle out? Is that what caused the summoning to fail?”
Before the boy can think further, the figure slays the summoners on their left and right. The figure dashes to the center towards the boy. He winces and closes his eyes. Again, the young man opens his eyes to find himself still alive, and this time freed from the stake. “Stand! Let’s go!” the hooded summoner barks as they rip the gag off the boy. The lead summoner screams at the group, “Get them! Do not let the prince escape!” This new ally grabs the prince’s arm and dashes back to the initial position this new ally was standing at. Just beyond the summoning circle lies a tunnel. The two dash in whilst the summoners scramble to begin their chase.
The prince is completely lost after a few turns in the tunnels. The figure has quickly lit a torch to light the way, sword at the ready. “Looks like they came prepared, whoever this is. Can I trust them?” the prince thinks to himself.
“Who are you?” the prince asks the shadowed figure.
“This is no time for these questions, I’ll explain later.” the figure states. “These tunnels are dangerous. Can you wield a sword?”
“I thought you said now was no time for questions?”
“Answer the question or die.”
“Yes, I c-c-can!” the prince nervously stammers.
“Take this.” The rescuer hands the prince a sword. “We will need to fight our way through the undead to make it out of these tunnels.”
“The undead?!” the prince exclaims. The ally hands the prince a sword. Plain, but sharp and balanced. Just enough to get the job done. The two begin their trek through the tunnels, all while hearing footsteps and yells from the group of summoners.
The two break out of the tunnels into the main streets of a city. The ally drags the prince around through a few different alleyways to ditch the summoners.
“Ok, we have lost them. Can you please tell me who you are now?” the prince exclaims, inbetween heavy breaths.
The ally removes their hood to reveal a woman. “The king sent me. My name is…”
What city is the prince in? Who is this woman? What relation does this woman have with the king? How did she know how to navigate the tunnels? Who was the dark summoning cult? Who is Tartelas?