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[Quest for Selenia]

[There's a tugging sensation, and the scenery around you blurs. When it resolves itself, you're standing in an impressive -- albeit not very long -- hallway. The walls are old stone and the ceiling is high. The floor is marble. The wall behind you is mostly taken up by a large painting, under which stands a tall porcelain vase containing white lilies. At the other end of the hall is a large wooden door.

There are four other doors, two on each of the remaining walls. These doors appear to have a small paintings hung on them in lieu of any other identifying feature.]

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As you step inside, you hear the sound of music... The room's most striking feature is the large, intricately-carved marble slab lying in the center. It's about the size of a bed, and even has pillars and a canopy. A huge red vase, about four feet tall, containing a bouquet of lilies, stands at its foot. At the head stands a dressmaker's dummy with a dress hanging from it.

A painting hangs on the back wall. Under it, on a wooden stand, is an old-fashioned phonograph. It seems to be the source of the music.

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[looking at the marble slab first]

It looks like a bier, to be honest. But there's nothing where the coffin would usually go.

[...well then.]

[taking a look at the painting on the back wall]

It's quite lovely.

[Hmm...]

[reaches down to stop the music]

There's an odd sound from within the phonograph.

[...looks around to see if there's any place he can open it.]

If you handle it, you'll pretty quickly realize that there's a semi-hidden drawer on one side that falls open easily.

Inside is a key.

[...ah. pocketing that.]

[now heading out to go to the second door, with the bell flowers.]

As you step inside, you hear the sound of music...

The wrought-iron frame of a daybed, sans mattress, stands in the middle of the room. White roses have been woven into the slats, covering the whole thing. Gauzy fabric is pinned to the ceiling so that it hangs down in gentle waves, and there seem to be tiny flickering lights above it, though the details are hard to make out... in a corner is a dressmaker's dummy.

A painting hangs on the back wall.

...Interesting decor.

[moving over to the daybed, looking it over]

The roses seem to have grown among the bedframe, turning it into a trellis covered almost entirely by white and green. Though, actually, maybe green isn't right... it's that brown-green of dried plant material. The flowers seem perfectly preserved, though.

[gently tries to tug one loose]

It snaps free -- the stem is dry and brittle. A petal falls, jarred loose.

[frowns a moment and reaches to pick up the petal. and look under the bed as well while he's at it.]

There's nothing under there.

[hmm...starts picking through the roses]

Careful not to prick yourself! They may be dry, but they still have their thorns.

[...]

Who would make a bed of thorns...?

[PUTTING ON HIS GLOVES FIRST]

It's almost like it's symbolic, or something.

Even through the gloves, a thorn eventually scratches you... and a drop of blood falls onto one white rose, staining it a vivid crimson.

There's a ting sound from above.

Ow--

[wait...looks up]

There's a key-shaped shadow resting between the ceiling and one of the gauzy draperies.

[gently tugs that drape down if he can]

You're tall enough that you can probably get a grip on one of the dangly bits, sure. Down comes the drapery, and a key with it. The light turns out to be coming from small paper lamps in the shape of stars.

The music stops.

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