Door 1: (@ MapiRanch) This tall pale door is framed in elaborate silver metal art. At the center rests a gleaming eye that reflects light like a precious gemstone. It almost seems to be tracking your movements and glaring at you with contempt...
Door 2: This golden door appears to be warped with many imperfections. It's rippled and crinkly, and beginning to curl at the edges as you approach. An odd sizzling sound can be heard just behind the door.
Door 3: This short and wide door is made from a material that you have never encountered before. It's dark and murky with hints of purple and pink. When you place your hand on the door it feels cold yet warm, sticky yet firm. When you pull your hand away it feels clammy and dusty.
Door 1: (@ MapiRanch) This tall pale door is framed in elaborate silver metal art. At the center rests a gleaming eye that reflects light like a precious gemstone. It almost seems to be tracking your movements and glaring at you with contempt...
Door 2: This golden door appears to be warped with many imperfections. It's rippled and crinkly, and beginning to curl at the edges as you approach. An odd sizzling sound can be heard just behind the door.
Door 3: This short and wide door is made from a material that you have never encountered before. It's dark and murky with hints of purple and pink. When you place your hand on the door it feels cold yet warm, sticky yet firm. When you pull your hand away it feels clammy and dusty.
While this creation has an impressive stench, it is no more capable of surviving hot tar than other animals. It gets its name from the thick black mucus it produces.
Door One.
This door is a single, solid piece of old wood, moss and lichens pressing into every crack, damp with the moisture of the air around it. It's humid standing in front of it, like a tropical forest. The door is framed by living wood, trees reaching up into the canopy. Their flowers have a sweet, soporific smell. Roots are creeping up around your feet as you stand looking at the door. Won't you stay?
Door Two. - Kristalis
This door is the most unassuming of the three - just a standard, garden variety door, or rather office variety. In fact it might as well be the very door in your office. Something is .. off about it, though. Not the door itself, no, the door is perfectly normal -- but what's that noise coming from behind it? Oh, no, has a pipe sprung a leak in there? Better go check it out.
Door Three.
This door is sturdy, dark oak wood, with a rusted knocker in the shape of a gargoyle with pouting, fishlike lips. You look down. There's water seeping out from underneath the door. It's perfect, unreasonable blue, pooling on the floor and around your feet in sparkling azure calm. The door is beginning to creak and distort with the weight of the water on the other side. Water wells up beneath rusted metal. The gargoyle's mouth drip-drip-drips onto the floor. Well, it's going to flood either way, maybe it's better you open the door and get it over with, huh?
Door One.
This door is a single, solid piece of old wood, moss and lichens pressing into every crack, damp with the moisture of the air around it. It's humid standing in front of it, like a tropical forest. The door is framed by living wood, trees reaching up into the canopy. Their flowers have a sweet, soporific smell. Roots are creeping up around your feet as you stand looking at the door. Won't you stay?
Door Two. - Kristalis
This door is the most unassuming of the three - just a standard, garden variety door, or rather office variety. In fact it might as well be the very door in your office. Something is .. off about it, though. Not the door itself, no, the door is perfectly normal -- but what's that noise coming from behind it? Oh, no, has a pipe sprung a leak in there? Better go check it out.
Door Three.
This door is sturdy, dark oak wood, with a rusted knocker in the shape of a gargoyle with pouting, fishlike lips. You look down. There's water seeping out from underneath the door. It's perfect, unreasonable blue, pooling on the floor and around your feet in sparkling azure calm. The door is beginning to creak and distort with the weight of the water on the other side. Water wells up beneath rusted metal. The gargoyle's mouth drip-drip-drips onto the floor. Well, it's going to flood either way, maybe it's better you open the door and get it over with, huh?
