Mansion of Maleficence by Per Jorner - Introduction - Rules - Start - Sections

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As you look at it, the protoplasmic thing shudders violently, then visibly deflates. The stalks holding up its awful eyes melt into the mound of green flesh, the tendrils and tentacles dissolving and losing their substance. In just a few short moments, all of it has dissipated into a thick green fog which spills out over the floor and then fades into nothing. The fire in the hearth is burning with ordinary bright yellow flames again, crackling and hissing. Even the floor shows no marks from the thing's abrasive bulk. Could it all have been some hallucination induced by the smoke from the fireplace or some strange vapours? You have only what feels like a cold, hard grip around your heart to tell you otherwise. You decide to make a hasty exit through the open door across the room. Turn to 93.