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As they step through the door, Jora immediately begins to sweat. The humidity and heat in the room are oppressive. After a moment his eyes adjust to the dim lighting revealing that they stand at the edge of a jungle. Crooked trees fill every corner of the room. Vines, dripping moisture, hang from every tree and rustling sounds and low chirps reach their ears.
A narrow trail leads into the foliage.
Jora leads the way, sword drawn. He hacks at vines to clear the path.
He cannot tell how long they walk; it is hard to tell time in this dim place, cut off from sun and stars.
Sweat pours down Jora’s face from the exertion of hacking.
Rustling sounds surround them. Yellow eyes peer at them from beneath enormous leaves. The owners of the eyes are hidden in shadow and the glow winks out whenever one of the party attempts to draw near.
After hours of travel, they reach a clearing. Six trails, including the one they just traversed, radiate from this large cleared area like the spokes of a wheel. They can faintly see doors in the distance along each trail.
“We just walked for hours, how the heck can we see the doors from here?” Jora looks around in confusion.
“Things are never what they seem here,” Lamia says. “Maybe it just felt like hours, it’s a magic place after all.”
Even at this distance, they can see that the doors follow a familiar pattern, wooden portals with black iron banding, painted in differing colors.
There is a black door, and then white, red, green, blue, and yellow doors.
In the center of the clearing are two mirrors. The mirrors ripple with magical energy and reveal their alternatives.
The black framed mirror shows Lamia squatting beside the foliage. Her hand is extended, beckoning to something in the underbrush. A small furred creature with an enormous, comical face emerges from the foliage.
The white framed mirror shows a different scenario, Jora and Conrad plunge into the jungle slashing and hacking at strange furred beasts with their swords.
“This place just gets more complicated as we move onward,” Lamia says.
“What should we do?” Safir looks expectantly at Jora.
“Group vote, should we choose one of the mirrors, or should we pick a door and see what’s beyond?”
What choice should the adventurers make?