Many questions were answered, but even more were now needed to be asked. Simple questions such as what time is it, how long have they been out, how did they even get here, and where was the lord of the mansion. But more pressing questions mainly pertained to this "Game" they've been invited too. Whatever it was, it brought back memories of the sort of "Entertainment" the evil lord from Solaire's corrupt youth participated in. Being hunted down by ravenous dogs, seeing who could survive having the most flesh cut out of their bodies, who could hold the most spiders in one's anus, sick and cruel things. Solaire didn't imagine these games were going to be any more pleasant. But before Solaire could even get a word in, darkness overtook the room.

Though not complete darkness, Solaire could not make out any details in the darkness. Only brief flashes of lightning from outside would illuminate the room, but in those brief moments he noticed that the Countess was gone. Something foul was certainly afoot. Standing to his feet and clutching his Shillelagh tightly, Solaire reached out and took one of the candlesticks on the table. He remained calm, but his voice had an edge of panic to it. He knew that like it or not, they were involved in this strange, deviant game by the Countess. [color=goldenrod]"Does anyone have a lighter or matches? I have a candle here, please follow my voice. And we must stay together, for our own sakes."[/color] That crash deeper into the mansion did not escape Solaire's notice, but he had no idea what to expect. Was it simply the storm that had knocked over a display case perhaps, or something much more sinister?

[color=goldenrod]"And no not be panicked... But our host has left us. Somehow. I implore you all, we must cooperate if we wish to escape this devil's game."[/color]