Shadowgate

Your boots splattering through the liquid, you manage to tip-toe to the braziers. Formulating the ideas in your racing mind together, you conclude the value of fire.

Torch flaring in hand, you bend your arm down towards the large stone bowl.

An azure blaze smothers the whole of the brazier. Chamber painted a light shade of teal, through squinting eyes you focus on the adjacent pot. A quick observation clarifies that your once thriving torch, is now dim at a quivering half-light. Lowering your gaze, you fixate on the large stone door.
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