The dark antechamber spreads out before you, the only light coming from purplish luminescent crystals embedded in the floor. It is a silent place, except for the random screams, curses, and explosions that rock the castle every five minutes...
The air is quite chilly, and you realize that there is no heating in the room. The overall effect is one of uneasiness. The purple glow stains everything in various shades ranging from light lavender to dark indigo near the ceiling. As you walk farther into the antechamber, you accidently jostly a small table, which proceeds to fall over. The heavy wood-with-onyx-inlay door of the room slams shut, causing you to leap three feet into the air.
A breath of hot air at the back of your neck encourages you to let out a frightened yelp. Frantically, you spin around, trying to find the--whaterver-it-was-- that is stalking you. Sweetly evil laughter echoes around you as the crystals suddenly flare, leaving you paralyzed and blinded.
"This is MY LAIR now FOOL!" cackles a lovely voice. The lights begin to strobe, flashing through the different shades of purple, before finally settling down to deep indigo. "Look at the floor, if you please..."
As you obey, you see a sheaf of parchment, upon which are written directions. Should you trust the voice and follow them? Or should you make a break for the
cracked door at the far end of the chamber, and hopefully barricade yourself in until help comes?
