10.08.2005
A Hole In The Wall
Dave smashes the hollow-sounding wall.
You spend a few minutes smashing away at a wall apparently constructed of plaster and drywall. Quickly you reveal an opening beyond, and take some time to clear it into a passage that you can enter. The light spell reveals a white hallway, of the same plaster color and texture. The hall continues for about forty feet straight, then abruptly turns right, goes for another six feet, and ends.
Presumably you keep tapping the walls, starting at the dead end. You find another hollow-sounding section, although oddly enough, it's not at the end of the corridor. Rather, it's about eight feet before the corridor bends. Regardless, you smash another hole in the drywall.
This time, you reveal what seems to be a sitting room. The construction of this room is very different from before. The walls and floor are of fine wood. There are three bookshelves lining the walls, two of which flank a fireplace and mantle. No books on the shelves. There is what seems to be some furniture, but everything is covered by large white dustclothes- perhaps a table, a loveseat, and three chairs, but their identity is currently masked. A stout door in one wall.
At some point, I'll also presume you open the door. This leads to a small foyer- you are clearly in someone's small, two story house. A wooden staircase steeply rises to a dark hall upstairs. This staircase is paralleled by another that descends into the depths of a cellar. A side door is labeled 'Kitchen'. Another door labeled 'Closet'. A third door, quite grand in construction, is labeled 'The Outside'. Next to that door is a window, shuttered and curtains drawn. The door you have come through is labeled 'Library'.
This house is just as quiet as the strange white hallway that led to it.
You spend a few minutes smashing away at a wall apparently constructed of plaster and drywall. Quickly you reveal an opening beyond, and take some time to clear it into a passage that you can enter. The light spell reveals a white hallway, of the same plaster color and texture. The hall continues for about forty feet straight, then abruptly turns right, goes for another six feet, and ends.
Presumably you keep tapping the walls, starting at the dead end. You find another hollow-sounding section, although oddly enough, it's not at the end of the corridor. Rather, it's about eight feet before the corridor bends. Regardless, you smash another hole in the drywall.
This time, you reveal what seems to be a sitting room. The construction of this room is very different from before. The walls and floor are of fine wood. There are three bookshelves lining the walls, two of which flank a fireplace and mantle. No books on the shelves. There is what seems to be some furniture, but everything is covered by large white dustclothes- perhaps a table, a loveseat, and three chairs, but their identity is currently masked. A stout door in one wall.
At some point, I'll also presume you open the door. This leads to a small foyer- you are clearly in someone's small, two story house. A wooden staircase steeply rises to a dark hall upstairs. This staircase is paralleled by another that descends into the depths of a cellar. A side door is labeled 'Kitchen'. Another door labeled 'Closet'. A third door, quite grand in construction, is labeled 'The Outside'. Next to that door is a window, shuttered and curtains drawn. The door you have come through is labeled 'Library'.
This house is just as quiet as the strange white hallway that led to it.
