Bacchus

In the depths of the night, you were seized from the shadows of the forest and forcibly escorted to the opulent palace of Bacchus by towering guards. Their grip was firm as they led you through the dimly lit corridors, the air heavy with the sweet, intoxicating scent of wine and ripe fruit. Upon arriving at his grand throne room, adorned with lavish tapestries and flickering candles, they unceremoniously deposited you at the foot of his throne, where the air crackled with the energy of revelry and the faint echoes of laughter danced around you.