Scent-story:The light coming from the entrance to the tomb fades behind the party as they journey down the twisting stone-walled passage. The wizard holds her staff aloft, casting a cantrip upon it to illuminate their way.
Their footsteps echo loudly in the confined space as they take in stagnant air and dusty chambers. The light falls upon an ancient bronze door, engraved with strange symbols and sealed with a curse. They halt and make ready, prepping weapons, potions, and all manner of magical items. The bard plays a rousing tune, bringing inspiration to those around him as the rogue hunts for signs of traps.
The warrior approaches the door. His hand reaches for the seal, but as he does, a disembodied voice in his head cautions, "Are you sure you want to do that?"
He glances at his party. They hold their breath, alert, eager... anxious.
With a single blow from his longsword, he severs the cords binding the great door shut. It swings open, and maniacal laughter explodes around them.
Their greatest challenge awaits.