Before the tale, I just wanted to give some information about it. I have been brainstorming ideas for possible d&d campaigns. Some of them being more horror based. The following peice of work was just an idea that could lead to an adventure.
Cole nervously turned the handle to the back door. It was locked as he expected. The answer was a simple object he had in his pocket, a key that could open up many possibilities. He realised the handle and reached in his pocket; hesitant to pluck the key and try it.
This will never work, he thought. He slid to the ground softly crying.
After a few minutes he pulled the key out and stood up. Cole forced the key into the lock and twisted it equally as hard. It worked. It actually worked. He was unsure if he had made the key correctly of if he was going to be able to use it. The lock released and the door was ready to be opened.
Cole pulled his dark hood farther over his face. His hand shakes as he grasped the handle to open the door. The hinges had made a faint creaking sound but to cole it had been deafening. The door opened to such darkness and it seemed to absorb the light from outside into its empty void. He had stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind him.
The room was dark but he could make out the shapes of a coat rack and a few empty cupboards. The floorboards moaned as Cole stepped forward. I’ve made it this far, he thought. Two more doors and a staircase were the only thing left that stood in his way. That and well leaving. He opened the next door that opened up into a dining room.
The room was empty, well if empty meant that nobody who would wish Cole ill intent was in there. There was a empty table and a few chairs but nothing dangerous. He quietly worked his way around the table where he could see the staircase. He paused at the bottom of the stairs. This will be the hardest part I believe.
The stairs seemed loud enough to wake the neighbors as he took one step up. After each step Cole paused and listened. Not a sound but his own heavy breathing. Those stairs seemed to be longer and higher than any mountain as he climbed. His breathing got more labored as if he had been climbing for hours. The stairs led to a hallway with three doors. His target was I the door to his right.
The door was already open and the roo. Was bright with moon light. It was a study of some sort, he thought. Large bookshelves full of strange books lined the walls and near the window was a ornate wooden desk littered with papers. Also on the desk was Coles target. Coles salvation. Coles redemption was footsteps away. A fist sized box with symbols carved on it. It was a dark stained jewelry box. His quest was completed he retrieved the box and placed it into his coat.
The door he entered was not the same one he walked out of from that study. The hall appeared longer and the stairs, well where were the stairs?
Now the idea behind this was that this man, his name doesn’t have to be Cole but that was just what I came up with at the time, is a novice thief. Perhaps not a thief at all but was put in a situation where he felt that he needed to do this.
He obviously has no idea what he stole, or maybe he did? He stole it from someone or thing that obviously did not want this item getting into the wrong hands. Now for the adventure.
What was this item? Who was the owner? Where is “Cole”? The adventurers will have quite the mystery ahead of them.
I will add to this later. I just wanted to keep this brief.