Room13b
Jora reaches through the open doorway and touches the black mirror. The mirror rushes over the group, plunging them into bone freezing darkness. The cold departs, leaving the groups standing in pitch blackness.
“Who closed the door?” Lamia sounds frantic.
“I think it just sealed itself when the mirror grabbed us,” Jora says. “Wait a second.”
Standing in the dark, each of the youngsters imagines things moving around them. Shadows, blacker than the surrounding darkness, move in the corners of their eye. A scraping sound fills the room and a shower of sparks briefly illuminates the group.
“I see the torch,” Jora says.
Several more sprays of sparks flash in the darkness and then a low flame kindles on the torch lying on the ground at Jora’s feet.
The flame spreads until the head of the torch is engulfed. Jora lifts the torch high, illuminating the room.
The light is dim but the adventurers’ eyes quickly adjust and begin to discern details. Dark gray walls make up a small round room. The ceiling is low and the torch’s smoke is already pooling across it.
The door through which they entered has disappeared and no other door is visible.
A growl draws their attention to the far side of the room. Emerging from the shadows is an enormous beast. It is covered in black scales. It lumbers forward on six elephantine legs, shaking the room with each ponderous step.
Four long necks stretch from the broad body. Each neck is topped by a dragon-like head. The heads turn to regard the huddled humans and all four open jaws filled with razor teeth and bellow a roar which makes the youngsters’ knees feel like jelly.
Jora and Conrad draw their swords as the heads lash forward like living whips. The blades bounce off the iron-hard scales. The youngsters try to run but there is no escape in the tiny room. The monster, relentless and invulnerable to their weapons, pursues them until they begin to tire. One by one the group falls before the snapping teeth.