Adamare

You died.   And you remember dying very vividly.   The last thing you recall is the cold embrace of the void. That, and the prayer you whispered with your last breath. A prayer born out of dispair and hopelessness, to a dark, forgotten god of lust and life, the almost-forgotten and now-forbidden idol of your ancestors. Observing your surroundings, you ask yourself, if you might have made a mistake of catastrophic proportions with that prayer, as you find yourself in an awe-inspiring, gigantic hall filled with god-like lifeforms. The towering beings focus their piercing stares on you but remain silent.   You seem to have come face to face with a colossal pantheon of gods.   One of the gods rises from their throne and announces the arrival of their champion. Some cheer, some stare in threatening silence while others laugh. The god turns towards to you and asks in a deep, thundering voice. "In your final moments, you pledged your soul to me. And I, in turn, choose you to become my champion and to participate in the festival of Adamare. A a creature of order, like you, should take great care not to be become tainted in Adamare, as it has become a dark, corrupted world. Alas, to conquer Adamare you will have to embrace the dark, carnal aspects of your soul or the corruption will devour you." The god smiles, it is a dark, foreboding smile. "Of course, your loyalty shall be rewarded! I solemnly swear to ressurect you and even grant you one wish, if you succeed! What do you say, Champion? Will you delve into the depths of lust and corruption for me?"   You nod after a short moment of consideration.   The world around you and your new patron twists and turns until it unfolds into a seemingly infinite hall of mirrors.   In the mirrors you can see the god and... yourself?   You don't recognize this body as yours but before the onsetting panic can overcome your confusion, the god speaks once more.   "Out of all the souls in the multiverse, I have chosen you as my champion. You have been given the body and the abilities your spirit desired." A stern look follows. "Do not disappoint me!"   The world around you shifts once more and you reappear at a large, black cliff, dark clouds covering most of the sky. The daunting scenery is illuminated by a large, partially broken moon shimmering slightly silver.   "Oh. Welcome Chosen One."   Startled by the sardonic, rattling voice, you turn around.   A huddled, fragile creature barely covered by tattered, dirty rags stand before you, supporting itself with an unfittingly elegant ebony staff.   Behind the creature, at the slope of the cliff, you can see what looks like a campsite, filled with other creatures, moving around.   "I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival."