Tazno's Clan

Darkness. The dusky depths of the Tangled Woods confuse and bamboozle your senses. You are lost, tired, and not sure what you can trust. At the edge of your vision, you see a flickering light. Hopeful of seeing another dragon, or possibly a lair, you head towards it. Out of the gloom, a grand building materializes in front of you, small candles and old-fashioned gas lamps flickering in windows and beside doorways.

You pause at the fenced-in entrance to the courtyard, not seeing any movement aside from the flickering of the flames. Slowly, you work up the courage to overcome the sense of foreboding eating at your chest, and cross the threshold.

....You don't know how much time has passed before you find yourself walking back out into the gloom, your head spinning like a top. You turn around to wave goodbye one last time...

But there is no one there. No mansion. No friendly hosts. No rooms for rent. All that is behind you is a fenced-in graveyard, and a lone mausoleum.