A locked door with no keyhole. Only a brass plate etched with a single word: . You think of your mother, dead of the plague. Your father, who rode east to fight the Orcish horde and never returned. You place your palm on the plate and mean it. The lock clicks open. The castle feeds on sorrow.
You lose the torch in the Hall of Mirrors. There are a hundred of you, each holding a flame. You cannot tell which is real. The Warlock's laughter echoes from everywhere and nowhere. You drop the torch—a mistake. But as it falls, it lands on a mirror that does not reflect. It absorbs . The glass cracks. The real you steps through. You pick up the torch. You are learning to think like the castle now. That is dangerous. castle shadowgate c64
Your quest is simple in its impossibility: find the Staff of Ages, hidden somewhere in the labyrinth, and cast it into the Great Fire below the citadel. Only then will the Warlock Lord, who has slept for a thousand years, remain asleep forever. Fail, and the eclipse tomorrow will wake him. And you do not want to wake him. A locked door with no keyhole
The torch goes out.