I often write boxed text for new in-game events and locations. I find it easier to think through the sights, smells, and other sensations during GM prep and write them out, rather than improv’ing when I’m trying to write a game. Here’s one such moment.
As you recite your liturgy, you feel a deep sense of relief welling up inside you, but a feeling you have not been able to muster on your own for quite some time. Your vengeance has brought a measure of peace.
You remember the desecrated statue of Auris when you left Kozyl a few days ago, the way Grifo spit when he referenced your god, the searing hate in his eyes when he realized the dedication of your pursuit. You knew that had you not stopped him, he would have traveled east, causing more chaos and destruction.
Locked in combat, you felt him began to twist space and time around him just before you and your comrades obliterated him. You knew that if he escaped again, he would focus his entire being on hurting you all in a deeply personal way, as punishment for chasing him down.
And you ended that reign of terror before it could start.