Oct 10, 2024 10:29 am
[ +- ] Trackers
Stress Level: 12
Light Spell: 30 min
Candle: 20 min
You toss in the eye of newt. The cauldron's contents change color to grey, then pink, then purple. It bubbles and toils and probably troubles. A thick gas cloud roils out of it and rapidly fills up the entire room, obscuring all vision. The cloud stings your eyes and burns your lungs. You hack and cough. Your eyes water. Your skin prickles. It's hard to breathe. It hurts to breathe.
Then the cloud dissipates. But the pain and discomfort remain.
You find yourself in a new room, high atop the castle. Now that you have left the basement you can hear a storm howling outside, the constant sheets of rain sound like sizzling meat. A bolt of lightning brightens the sky through a large circular window nearly ten feet across giving you a view of the enormous castle below you and the misty forest that surrounds it.
Your room is about fifty feet to a side. Below the large single window lies a glass coffin. Inside is a beautiful maiden with flaxen hair and ivory skin. Her neck is marred by purple bruising all around it. A rose of gold and ruby lies on her bosom, clasped in both hands.
On the opposite side of the room is a large iron chest, two feet long, with three locks in a row.
In the center of the room is a spiral staircase that descends the tower and into the castle proper.