Hall of Infinite Doors
Your finger slides on the door and outlines the red sword briefly, then reaching down, you grasp the brass handle, and pull. The door swings open, revealing a grey mist of shifting clouds and shadows. You stand there, looking into it, trying to see something, when suddenly a great gust of wind comes down the hallway. At first coming as a light breeze, it soon grows into a rushing torrent and you are picked up by the wind and thrown into the misty portal behind the Blade Door.
There is no ground, and you scream in terror as you plummet through the open air, through the smokey mist and beyond. Your stomach jumps up into your throat, and you flail wildly in mid-air.
Without warning, an enormous wooden log materializes out of the mist and you fire towards it. Your head cracks as it collides with the gigantic branch, and an inky blackness quickly shadows your sight and overwhelms you.
You wake up with your head feeling as if a hundred porcupines were stuffed within your skull. You rub your eyes and groan, and then move each part of your body warily. Nope, nothing broken. Quite surprising considering the fact that you probably fell a thousand feet and collided head-on with a gigantic branch. You look upwards from where you lay and are startled to see an enormous tree, towering above you. It is massive, gigantic, towers higher than a mountain and stretches far past the most lengthy reaches of the heavens. It vanishes within the dark grey stretch of cloud blanketing the sky.
Clutching your head in pain, you manage to prop yourself up on one elbow, then heave yourself onto your feet. You gaze again at a scene almost as wonderous as the great tree. Bones, bones of twisted men and unusual creatures fill the land , covering every spot of the ground other than the patch on which you lay. Miles and miles of dead things, some stripped clean of flesh, and some still rotting. You spy a line of mountains far, far into the distance, but other than that (and the tree), you see nothing but bones.
"Is this the Bone Door?" You wonder to yourself, having passed many different doors in the corridor before you went into this one.
You peer down into the cracks between the bones. Flies fly in and out of them, and you wonder what other creatures feed on the flesh of the dead. A shiver runs down your spine.
Your heart leaps as you see a thin wisp of smoke in the distance, not too far away, just behind a hill of bones. Perhaps it is the smoke of a cooking fire! Perhaps this is not just the land of the dead.
There is no ground, and you scream in terror as you plummet through the open air, through the smokey mist and beyond. Your stomach jumps up into your throat, and you flail wildly in mid-air.
Without warning, an enormous wooden log materializes out of the mist and you fire towards it. Your head cracks as it collides with the gigantic branch, and an inky blackness quickly shadows your sight and overwhelms you.
You wake up with your head feeling as if a hundred porcupines were stuffed within your skull. You rub your eyes and groan, and then move each part of your body warily. Nope, nothing broken. Quite surprising considering the fact that you probably fell a thousand feet and collided head-on with a gigantic branch. You look upwards from where you lay and are startled to see an enormous tree, towering above you. It is massive, gigantic, towers higher than a mountain and stretches far past the most lengthy reaches of the heavens. It vanishes within the dark grey stretch of cloud blanketing the sky.
Clutching your head in pain, you manage to prop yourself up on one elbow, then heave yourself onto your feet. You gaze again at a scene almost as wonderous as the great tree. Bones, bones of twisted men and unusual creatures fill the land , covering every spot of the ground other than the patch on which you lay. Miles and miles of dead things, some stripped clean of flesh, and some still rotting. You spy a line of mountains far, far into the distance, but other than that (and the tree), you see nothing but bones.
"Is this the Bone Door?" You wonder to yourself, having passed many different doors in the corridor before you went into this one.
You peer down into the cracks between the bones. Flies fly in and out of them, and you wonder what other creatures feed on the flesh of the dead. A shiver runs down your spine.
Your heart leaps as you see a thin wisp of smoke in the distance, not too far away, just behind a hill of bones. Perhaps it is the smoke of a cooking fire! Perhaps this is not just the land of the dead.