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This seems pretty interesting, and inspired me to put together a similar idea:
>you all wake up in a dark and indistinct room
>you are sitting in a chair - but are unable to so much as twitch
>there are other figures in chairs near you which you cannot make out any details of - and you now realize there is a poorly lit (by what if any source you cannot tell) table in front of you all
>suddenly a figure clad in fine all-concealing silks appears, and the only flesh of theirs you can see is their corpse-pale skin, ragged bloodied lips, and yellowed jagged teeth - all formed into a sadistic grin
>the figure puts its silk-clad hands on the table, and begins to unfold a parchment map out of thin air.
>"now now, don't worry. i'm a demon of my word." the grin seems to widen. "and as we agreed, the fate of your souls is up to only the finest of determinations.." he finishes unfolding the map, and while you cannot make out its exact features, you realize it's segmented into hexagons
>he waves both his hands over the table, and when your view of is no longer obscured you can see a wooden box of pewter figurines, and a multitude of exotic bone die where once was only shadow.
>"a game of chance and skill." the demon, whose name you now remember is Tepeki, declares. He puts his hands together, then pulls them apart. there's a deck of cards there which he begins to shuffle.
>"the rules are simple: defeat all twenty two of my major arcana and any number of my minor arcana, and I return you to life. but should all of you fall at once, i drag your souls off into the abyss. see? simple." Tepeki finishes shuffling, and pulls a wooden divider from underneath the table. he hides the cards, and some other things you cannot see, behind the divider. then he grabs the wooden box of pewter figurines and holds it out to each of you in turn
>somehow mesmerized, you grab the figurine that seems to call to you
>and you wake up with the rest of your party in a [location]. you all immediately realize that your body, equipment, armor, weapons, and everything around you seems.. parchment or painting-like. shadows and details seemingly inked or scratched in with charcoal. colors too bright or too dull. and the facial features of your companions.. of iffy quality.
>up above, in the blue zenith of the sky, you see a familiar grin looming like a god
>"let the games begin"
Shamelessly stolen from Hand of Fate.
This opening would require a campaign to be based around it, though. And presumably Tepeki would be the heckling killer dungeon master for the party.
Up to anyone who uses this as to whether or not Tepeki actually wants their souls, or simply wanted a group to run through his OC donut steel setting and villains.