ShadowGate Goodies - text
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Good afternoon. 
Welcome to Shadowgate.

The last thing that you remember is standing before the wizard Lakmir as he
gestured wildly and chanted in an archaic tongue.  Now you find yourself staring
at an entryway which lies at the edge of a forest.  The Druid's words still ring
in your ears: "Within the walls of the Castle Shadowgate lies your quest.  If the
prophecies hold true, the dreaded Warlock Lord will use his dark magic to raise
the Behemoth, the deadliest of the Titans, from the depths of the earth.  You are
the seed of prophecy, the last of the line of kings, and only you can stop the
Warlock Lord from darkening our world FOREVER.  Fare thee well."

As if by magic, the skull rises.

The door is now open.

You stand in a long corridor.  Huge stone archways line the entire hall.

"That pitiful wizard Lakmir was a fool to send a buffoon like you to stop me. 
You will surely die!"

It's a common, oil-burning torch.

The torch bursts into flames.

It's a torch like any other torch.

The set of double doors is now unlocked.

The torch you lit before has now gone out.

The set of double doors is now open.

The stone passage winds to an unseen end.  These walls have been standing for
centuries.

The book is now open.

The book is now closed.

You can't go through the hallway.

You stand in a long corridor.  Huge stone archways line the entire hall.

The torch bursts into flames.

The door is now unlocked.

The door is now open.

You are in a small, cramped closet.

You stand in a long corridor.  Huge stone archways line the entire hall.

You are in a small, cramped closet.

It's a strong stone shelf.

A very sturdy shelf rests against the wall.

The shelf didn't hear you.  It probably wasn't listening.