CONTENT WARNING: This thread will likely have some disturbing imagery.
There are few places in the world so terrible as Barsul Prison. Prince and pauper alike have been condemned to its cold, hard cells over the centuries. Those who have survived their sentences tell tales of strange, inhuman gaolers; bizarre, even baroque, methods of torture; and little-traversed passageways that lead to naught but madness and death. And yet… for the right price, you can buy anyone’s freedom from Dread Barsul. Many treasure-hunters over the years have taken up the incursion for that very purpose.
@jesseross and I are putting together a standalone book for the Trophy RPG (the game and its many expansions are currently featured in each new issue of Codex). One of the things we’re going to do with this book is include numerous tables that help flesh out the world Trophy takes place in. Keeping with the spirit of Trophy as a community project, we’re going to be crowdsourcing many of the elements that go into these tables. We already have two crowdsourcing threads underway, which you are still free to sumbit to: Fort Duhrin and The Rose District of Ambaret.
For this installment, we’re exploring Barsul Prison, which is featured in one of the core game’s Drives. We’re looking for 1 type of contribution here:
The horrors of Barsul Prison
NOTE: Please avoid anything that feels like sexual predation or that is misogynistic in nature. We won’t print such things.
You can submit as many entries as you wish. By submitting here, you agree to let us use your contribution in the Trophy standalone book and PDF (you will be credited as a contributor). Submissions should be fairly brief (no more than a sentence or two). Here are some examples:
“The gaolers of Barsul Prison never speak. They simply shuffle along in the darkness, their faces occluded by rust-red cowls, signaling to each other with the little bells they keep in their pockets.”
“The wardens have devised many elaborate methods of torture, such as ‘tooth serum,’ which, when consumed, causes one to regularly sprout new teeth which painfully uproot the old ones, and sometimes even force their way into places on the body teeth should not be.”
“A likely-apocryphal story claims a prisoner once found a golden maggot in his bread, and that when he presented it to the gaolers, they set him free. It is now a tradition amongst the prisoners in Barsul to pick through the maggots in their food, in search of a golden one, in the hopes they might find one and buy their freedom with it. The gaolers encourage this story by occasionally slipping a golden maggot into a prisoner’s meal. When the prisoner presents it to the gaolers, he or she is taken to a darkened room and devoured on the spot.”