Room 4

“Let’s go into this room here! The one marked 4!” You suggest, pointing at the map. The image of the map shifts as though redrawn by a magic quill. The parchment now shows a banquet room with a banquet table being set for a banquet. It’s a banquet. Your stomach rumbles. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry. Cause I am definitely hungry.”

“Hangry.” One if your party, Pander the halfling thief assasin said as he nimbly plucked the parchment from your hands and frowns, his cherubic features dark.

“Four. That is an auspicious number,” Says Fubar the mystic. He nods solemnly. His eyes searching to see if anyone would challenge his declaration. He grunted in a porcine way, and he nodded huffily.

“I will listen!” You state. You press your ear against the door. And listen. You hear nothing. It is still as a grave, silent as ghosts, quiet as an empty house.

You open the door with trepidation, fearful of the worst. It is a banquet room of shadowed recesses, decaying dining room. Through thw wall strides 12 ghotly men and 12 ghotly women, draped in finery that bespeaks of dark desires and hidden truths. Silently translucent host take their seats around the ancient table.

As the 24 guests assemble, a subtle shift in the fabric of the room occurs, masking the decay with an illusion of opulence. But for those with eyes attuned to the arcane, the veil is thin, revealing the twisted beauty that lies beneath. The banquet attendees, a spectral assembly of humans, elves, dwarves, and halflings, exude an aura of ancient power, their forms flickering like shadows in the moonlight.

Beside the filled chairs stand empty chairs, waiting to be claimed by those bold enough to seek their destiny in this surreal tableau. The air crackles with the promise of intrigue and treachery, as place cards bearing the names of the party members including yours.