The Brass Door

We stare at the newly opened door in front of us. A pale white light came through the slit where the door and frame met. No one was moving because now we knew things weren't as they seemed. The bard was the first to go to the door. He checked the door and found a hair wire rigged to set off when the door was fully opened. He followed it to the top of the frame were small darts waited. His eyes were wide as he turned back. He slowly opened the door, and its unoiled hinges creaked as it was forced open. We entered a long corridor about 10 feet wide and 200 feet long. At the other end were five other people. We stood there staring at them, and they stared back at us. The bard called out. They did not respond, but began walking towards us. Before anyone could do anything, the necromancer was whispering. I looked at him as he mumbled and green iker slipped from his finger. When I turned back the man across from us was kneeling, double over, spewing sick onto the floor.

His comrades charged us. I had never been in an actual fight until this. It was terrifyingly exhilarating. The necromancer looked back at me; his eyes were wide, and his pupils were the size of saucers. I asked him if he was okay, and he replied, "This is my first time away from home, and I might not make it back home."

"Well, why the hell did you cast something on those people."

"I panicked." He screamed for me to duck. When I looked back at the people running toward us, the tall purple tiefling lifted her palm and shot a fireball directly at me. I looked up as it flew over my head. It hit the wall behind me and left a big black scorch mark.

At that moment, we all took notice of what the situation was. This wasn't just your friendly trick. This isn't just a simple circus act. We were deceived. We were kidnapped and are now in a game for our lives.