Event: The Soleil House

At the top of the stairs the group realizes there isn’t another flight of stairs leading upwards. They emerge into a hallway, whitewashed with a flowered runner covered in plastic, of course, to protect the rug and pastel beach scenes framed in driftwood decorate the walls. It creaks noisily underfoot. The air smells faintly of lavender and dust. The door of the closest room stands open.



As the group carefully makes their way down the hall they can see the closest room is pretty large. Along one wall, tall windows let in the midday sunshine in panes of bright white light that catch the dust motes floating in the air. The other three walls are lined with empty shelves, two arm chairs and a long narrow table with a little garden landscape claim the centre of the room sitting on top of a round braided rug. There’s dust on the shelves and the table and in the dust clean spaces as if things had recently rested there and been removed. If one were to look closely one would see small shoeprints and tiny pawprints in the dust.

A clinking noise alerts the party they aren't alone.

Advancing from the rear is an army of about forty tchotchkes, angel statues winging their way viciously toward the group, a unit of ten gnomes, eight inches tall and armed with garden tools march steadily onward. It shouldn’t be possible for a ceramic fairy to look menacing but the twelve-inch tall, purple winged creature is exactly that. A parade of animals brings up the rear, pacing and snarling and growling as they approach the stunned group.