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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rhun" data-source="post: 5529759" data-attributes="member: 29098">Kyranvik bursts into a magnificent 40-foot square dining room, the rest of you close on his heels. The chamber is brilliantly lit by three massive crystal chandeliers, each bearing what must be hundreds of candles. Pillars of stone stand against dull white marble walls, supporting the ceiling overhead.In the center of the room, a long, heavy table stands covered with a fine white satin cloth. The table is laden with delectable foods of every type: roast beast basted in savory sauce, roots and herbs of every taste, and sweet fruits and vegetables. Places seem to be set for each of you, with fine china and heavy, ornate silver. At each place is a crystal goblet filled with an amber liquid whose delicate fragrance tantalizes your senses. At the center of the west wall, across from the entry, between floor-to-ceiling length mirrors, stands a massive organ. Its pipes blare out a thunderous melody that offers a tone of greatness and despair. Seated before the keys, back towards you, is a single caped figure, pounding away at the organ in raptured ecstasy. The music suddenly stops as the figure's hands come to a stop, filling the dining hall with a deep and almost ominous silence. The figure slowly turns toward you.</blockquote>