The Funnel

Those with keys (whether obtained by themselves or from a corpse) may roll 1d30 for a prize from the prize cabinet.

An absolutely massive tent is to your right, while to the left, light pours out of an immense tent and the sound of a light, faint laughter comes from within. A row of darkened tents and food carts is behind this, and from a tent at the very end of the row comes a faint melancholy tune.

Whimsical music flows from a large tent further back on the right, colored glass in hanging lanterns adding to the atmosphere.

The top hat seems perfectly ordinary; a smart and proper silk topper. The goldfish, for its part, seems content to swim in circles around its bowl.

Mose, Marand, Rodolf and Claes all follow the rest towards the big tent

Pushing the tent flaps aside, you are nearly blinded by a dazzling rainbow of colors. The pink mist flowing in from outside rises towards colored lights shining through holes in the tent’s low wooden ceiling, creating a riot of swirling colors. When your vision finally adjusts to the strange light you see a large chest at the far end of the tent, a golden glow escaping through its seams. The box looks to be at least 150 feet away.

Everyone please make a DC 13 Reflex save as the floor lurches and begins to rotate. If you succeed, you are now prone. If not, you fall and roll into one of several dozen cylindrical-shaped holes which have opened beneath you! (No damage.)

The floor suddenly spins violently as if on some unseen axle. Some of you lose your footing, falling into cylindrical holes filled with thick quick setting glue that seem to appear out of nowhere! Before you can crawl out of the viscous mucilage hardens, holding you fast! Those lucky few who managed to avoid the holes are now prone, and before a word can be uttered the floor lurches again, simultaneously spinning in a circular motion while springing upwards towards the ceiling. Those held fast are thrust upwards through the holes in the ceiling from which the colored lights emanate, the rest duck quickly to avoid being rammed into the ceiling!

The eyes of those lifted up struggle to adjust to the bright flashing lights, and their ears are suddenly deafened by screams and cheers of excitement. All along the edge of the platform/ceiling twisted clowns cackle while their toad-like warty tongues snake out to capture pink cotton on sticks. Gazing across the floor you see the heads and horrified faces of others in your party also trapped in the glue! Two creatures resembling a sickening cross of man and mole shuffle out of hiding! Dressed in colorful costumes, each wears thick spectacles giving them a silly visage. They awkwardly hold two-handed mallets. With delighted shrieks, they charge towards you raising their mallets high, seemingly intent on popping your heads like ripe melons!The moles are due a surprise attack before the adventurers can react, but I'll wait for everyone to catch up before resolving that.