8

You step through the archway. Immediately the symbols on the stone begin to glow with red-hot energy; your hair stands on end and your body tingles. A crackling nimbus of blue-white force engulfs you, the sky darkens and thunder and lightning crash and leap across the heavens. Suddenly, your vision fades, and everything goes black.

When your sight returns, you find yourself at the gates of a large city, set on an ochre-coloured river. A vile stink of brimstone permeates the air. You wrinkle your face up in disgust and gag involuntarily.

‘Welcome to Yellowport!’ says a passing merchant.

Turn to 10.