Welcome to the Wormwood
Date: Unknown, 4714
The first sensation you recognize is pain... a horrible throbbing ache in your head, as if some nightmare creature from the Dark Tapestry were consuming your brain. Nearly as awful is the sickly tang of cheap wine that pollutes your mouth. A rancid bilious stink fills your nostrils, but you cannot find its source.
Everything is dark, but enough light breaks through wooden beams overhead for you to make out your surroundings. You lie on a hard wooden floor in a cramped, low-ceiling room. The room sways slowly from side-to-side, and you can hear rhythmic creaking in the distance.
Around you are four others in a similar hungover state, slowly coming to.