10.10.2006
Elsewhere
Brogg, mallet taken. Schmektor, you help get the undead Hook Horrors to the down house.
Moth, you collect the remainder of the glass and say a small prayer.
Tut, you are as careful as you can be. However, your alchemy skills only tell you so much about what this stuff is, and how close it approximates the other mirror oil sample. There is only one real way to find out, and that is to try it.
...
You pass through the mirror gate.
Applying the oil to the mirror causes it to transform, to shimmer and pulsate. It requires the entire vial, as there is not much oil to begin with. You each quickly step through the mirror with the last of your energy as the heaviness of this place descends upon you.
You are somewhere else. Not Greyhelm, nor Grito, nor anyplace else you hoped to return to. Instead, it seems that you have simply moved laterally within this strange space.
You find yourselves collapsed on the tiled marble floor of a large hall. The realization of how cold and tired you were sinks in- here, you are not cold, and the fatigue you feel is somehow more natural. You still have your torch, but do not need it, as there is light within this place.
You are on the ground before a large chestnut door. The frame of the door is engraved in a similar manner to the mirror you just passed through. A cool, dry wind can be felt just outside.
Across the hall is another door. This door, however, is made of solid steel. Around the door are engravings of weapons and scenes of battle. Steam leaks from the doorframe, and sounds of machines can be heard behind it.
To your left on the third wall is yet another door. This door is made apparently of glass or crystal, shiny and opaque. Hermetic or astronomical symbols flank it. An ominous blue glow can faintly be seen at the cracks.
Oddly, each door is cracked open the smallest amount. Beside each door is a pair of lamps, shining softly. The hall extends down to your right, in alternating white and black tiles, each about a foot square. Lining the hall are what seems to be six paintings, each covered with a black cloth. At the end is a final fourth door, of fine dark wood, engraved with vines and roses. At the beginning of this hall to the right is a pedestal or lectern on which sits a folio, open to a gold leaf page. This door, however, is shut.
As you take this in, you have a sinking feeling that, rather than having escaped from somewhere, your visit to this place has just begun anew.
There is dried blood in pools on the floor here.
Moth, you collect the remainder of the glass and say a small prayer.
Tut, you are as careful as you can be. However, your alchemy skills only tell you so much about what this stuff is, and how close it approximates the other mirror oil sample. There is only one real way to find out, and that is to try it.
...
You pass through the mirror gate.
Applying the oil to the mirror causes it to transform, to shimmer and pulsate. It requires the entire vial, as there is not much oil to begin with. You each quickly step through the mirror with the last of your energy as the heaviness of this place descends upon you.
You are somewhere else. Not Greyhelm, nor Grito, nor anyplace else you hoped to return to. Instead, it seems that you have simply moved laterally within this strange space.
You find yourselves collapsed on the tiled marble floor of a large hall. The realization of how cold and tired you were sinks in- here, you are not cold, and the fatigue you feel is somehow more natural. You still have your torch, but do not need it, as there is light within this place.
You are on the ground before a large chestnut door. The frame of the door is engraved in a similar manner to the mirror you just passed through. A cool, dry wind can be felt just outside.
Across the hall is another door. This door, however, is made of solid steel. Around the door are engravings of weapons and scenes of battle. Steam leaks from the doorframe, and sounds of machines can be heard behind it.
To your left on the third wall is yet another door. This door is made apparently of glass or crystal, shiny and opaque. Hermetic or astronomical symbols flank it. An ominous blue glow can faintly be seen at the cracks.
Oddly, each door is cracked open the smallest amount. Beside each door is a pair of lamps, shining softly. The hall extends down to your right, in alternating white and black tiles, each about a foot square. Lining the hall are what seems to be six paintings, each covered with a black cloth. At the end is a final fourth door, of fine dark wood, engraved with vines and roses. At the beginning of this hall to the right is a pedestal or lectern on which sits a folio, open to a gold leaf page. This door, however, is shut.
As you take this in, you have a sinking feeling that, rather than having escaped from somewhere, your visit to this place has just begun anew.
There is dried blood in pools on the floor here.
