It has many names, almost as many as it has faces. People call it Avalon, or Shangri La, or Eden. They call it the House of Dreams, where wishes come true. They call it the House of Nightmares, where fears become reality. It is a place of mysteries within mysteries, where truth is no more than a word. But it is the only word.
You have studied long to learn of it. You have journeyed far to find it. Like all those who came before, like all those yet to come, you are on a desperate quest. Here, you hope to find the answer to your prayers.
This is the Pendragon House, and after a long journey to the ends of what you once believed to be true, you stand at the entrance to the House Outside of Time.
Welcome, traveller, to the End of Imagination.
You have studied long to learn of it. You have journeyed far to find it. Like all those who came before, like all those yet to come, you are on a desperate quest. Here, you hope to find the answer to your prayers. This is the Pendragon House, and after a long journey to the ends of what you once believed to be true, you stand at the entrance to the House Outside of Time.
Welcome, traveller, to the End of Imagination.
Before you stand the Gates, large wrought-ivory portals carved with ivy and roses. A small silver disc is set in the marble wall to one side of the gates, and written upon it, you read the following words:
Herein lie the Answers to every Question asked,
The solution to every riddle and the ending of every task,
Here be the light in which the enlightened do bask:
As intoxicating as the fruit of the finest wine's cask.
But be warned and be wary you who would call
Upon the powers that lie here in these walls.
For while there be Answers, so be there prices withal,
And only a fool strikes bargains before knowing them all.
For every Question an Answer indeed,
But there's a penalty for such terrible greed.
You'd find an Answer, to sate your need?
Alack alas, let it come to pass.
Have your Answer, O ignominous sir.
But for each Question which I Answer thee.
Have another, or two, or three!
A man stumbles out.
"Be wary, traveller," he rasps, "for should you choose to enter these bright halls, when you leave, if you leave, you will never be the same!"
You shake your head and smile, then enter the Main Hall .
