The Castle - B1

The guards all look at Tibor like he's crazy and laugh.

"My good man, do we look in any shape for contests of strength? We are off duty and half-starved! How about we share stories instead? You go first!" As Tibor looks at them, they seem to have aged another decade in the few minutes that have passed. They appear in their forties, streaks of grey in their hair and beards, some have bald spots or receding hairlines, and wrinkles tug at the corners of their eyes and mouths.

Clarence is relieved the table is solid and as is the candelabra. The black candle is burning extremely quickly and is already half gone. Even with no ability in magic, Clarence feels that the candle is mystical in some way as a shiver rolls through him and the hairs on his body stand up.

Clarence has not aged at all.

The candleabra drops to the table but by some miracle it doesn't extinguish. Everyone in the room hears a door slam open down the hallway where Varos and Anton had exited the room.

Gregory extinguishes the flame and the room goes pitch black! The sounds of merriment stop. Except for the sound of his thumping heart. But then another sound in the distance. The scrape of metal on stone in a rhythmic pattern similar to footsteps...

[ +- ] Trackers

Stress Level: 11
Light Spell: 40 min
Candle: 30 min

The candle flares to life. Gregory is only partly correct. If he is only talking about living things, they are quite alone. But if he includes the dead, they are not alone at all. The bright candle reveals a mess hall built of bones. The walls are made from stacked bones and skulls from floor to ceiling. The guards are skeletal remains twisted and fused into their bone chairs. All food and drink has vanished.