Brims rage seems to be all that is needed, and as he slams himself against the door for a second time, the door gives way as if wilting under his anger. Brim feels a sharp prick on the shoulder he had been using to slam with, and he stumbles into the space beyond only to collide with a stone wall.
DC 15 Fort save or take
Dice Roll: 2d2z
d2 Results: 1, 1 (Total = 2)
CHA damage (2)
Looking up, Brim sees that what he has collided with is not, in fact, a wall. It is a tall and thin man, coolly peering at you, despite your manner of entry. His grim visage reminds you of the undead, but his eyes are quite alive. He steps back to five himself room to bow, and you notice his fine attire, a man-servant, it seems. He steps back to allow you entrance, and the room opens up before you.
It is a palatial space, finely wallpapered with gilt trim and all the correct touches. A fireplace stands at one wall and sturdy windows, which look out over a garden far below, line the other walls. No other door is evident. There is a table at the center of the room of finely carved mahogany, and on it a scattering of chips and cards.
At the table are two men and a woman. All three are dressed in the latest fashion, and the most expensive clothes. One of the men is grotesquely obese, his dank black hair uncombed. The other man thin and sallow-faced, with pale hair to match his pale skin. The woman is simply stunning, her red hair piled atop her head, her bodice immodestly low.
