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As your vision comes back from the sudden blinding white light, you find yourself in a dark, damp stone room. The musty smell hits you, and you taste mold in every breath. Those of you with darkvision look around and see four strangers, all of you in a four-walled 10 by 15 foot room, sitting along the walls with no doors. The irregularly cut stone on the floor shows a few small puddles, into which the occasional waterdrop from the eight-foot ceiling falls.
Before you can fully take in your surroundings or acknowledge the strangers, a stone in the center of the floor lifts as if on a hinge and a pedestal with a perfectly spherical orb resting on it rises up, eventually replacing the floor stone. The intricately carved pedestal stands about three feet high with three delicate fingers sticking up to hold the approximately two foot orb in place.
A few moments after the pedestal comes to a rest, the orb emits a soft glow, lighting up the room and revealing all the details to the rest of the party without darkvision. Everyone looking at the orb sees a blurry vision in the orb slowly coming into focus. You see an old frail-looking human with pale skin and a balding head of white hair. He's sitting in front of a wall of books and what you can see of his desk appears to be in disarray with papers strewn about. He looks up from his desk, seemingly noticing he's being watched and, with a slightly taken aback look, adjusts his glasses up his nose and clears his throat.
"Ahem! Welcome, welcome to our dungeon," he says in a high pitch nasally voice. "We have asked you here because, well, I suppose 'ask' isn't the right word. Uh, we have brought you here because we feel you are uniquely suited to not only survive, but to thrive here! Let's see, who do we have this time…" He shuffles some papers around. "Yes, yes. Marcos Mundstock. The honorable Sim Calinean. Khali Salist. Shiv'Raston," he raises an eyebrow, "and his dwarf caiman. And, ah yes, Lash Vaeledi. We have been expecting you, specifically." He chuckles while adjusting his glasses again.
The man taps the papers into a stack. "You will need to work together, so make friends quickly. I shall give you some time to introduce yourselves before sending you on your way. I do hope to see you all in the near future. We are awaiting your arrival! Best of luck!" With a dainty wave of his fingers, the image in the orb dissipates, but the glow remains.