Vines criss-cross the floor, wrap up the walls and writhe overhead, trying to blot out the enchanted ceiling of the summer room. That magic midday sun just keeps on shining, though, peeking through gaps in brief moments, like light spilling down on a cloudy day. Those aren't clouds, though. They're something horrible.
The once gentle warmth of the summer room is almost intolerable here now, the smells of fresh cut grass and chlorine replaced with the stink of burning sulfur. The murals are hidden, defaced by gray gunk, and the water gathered on the floor rises again as steam.
The only thing untouched by this infestation is the Wildgulch door, its blue and yellow paint still flaking the same way it always does, sea glass and shells glittering when they catch the light.
[All WILDGULCH STUDENTS who fight in this room will receive a +1 Bonus to all rolls.]
THE SUMMER ROOM
The once gentle warmth of the summer room is almost intolerable here now, the smells of fresh cut grass and chlorine replaced with the stink of burning sulfur. The murals are hidden, defaced by gray gunk, and the water gathered on the floor rises again as steam.
The only thing untouched by this infestation is the Wildgulch door, its blue and yellow paint still flaking the same way it always does, sea glass and shells glittering when they catch the light.
[All WILDGULCH STUDENTS who fight in this room will receive a +1 Bonus to all rolls.]