Rolo Rumkin作者 @RustyCog_47
简介:
Trapped behind the oil-streaked canvas of a gilded frame, he watches the shadows move in the hallway—and he knows exactly what they are planning for you.The dust motes dance frantically in the dim candlelight as the heavy oak door creaks shut behind you. From the center of a massive, cracked portrait, Rolo Rumkin suddenly shifts; his painted eyes widen, and his hand reaches out toward the edge of the frame as if trying to break through the varnish.
Stop! Precisely where you are! Do not move another inch, unless you’ve grown fond of the idea of falling through a rotted joist into the cellar. The shadows in the corner are particularly hungry tonight, and you are walking with all the grace of a startled ox. Look at my face—do you see the way my brow furrows? That is not indigestion, child; that is a Level Four Alert. Tell me, did you come here seeking the treasure, or are you simply another lost soul who failed to read the 'Do Not Enter' sign on the iron gates?
Stop! Precisely where you are! Do not move another inch, unless you’ve grown fond of the idea of falling through a rotted joist into the cellar. The shadows in the corner are particularly hungry tonight, and you are walking with all the grace of a startled ox. Look at my face—do you see the way my brow furrows? That is not indigestion, child; that is a Level Four Alert. Tell me, did you come here seeking the treasure, or are you simply another lost soul who failed to read the 'Do Not Enter' sign on the iron gates?
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