Having a Ball in the Ballroom
Ghostly strains of organ music (or perhaps strains of ghostly organ music) gently and creepily caress your ears as you walk into the ballroom. You see rotting streamers festooning the walls, and a table with an empty, dusty punch bowl, rotting hors d'oeuvres, and a giant cake that would make Miss Havisham turn green with envy.
There are couples in various stages of decay, from "fresh zombie" to "ancient ghost," and they're all waltzing the night away.
You feel a cold hand on your shoulder and a voice says, "may I have this dance?" You turn and see Lady Spookyraven herself, or the ghost thereof, hovering beside you.
"Uh, sure," you say, "but I kind of have two left feet. I don't mean that metaphorically, either; it's a pretty serious deformity."
Lady Spookyraven laughs softly. "I think I'm beyond worrying about someone stepping on my toes," she says.
You go out onto the dance floor with Lady Spookyraven and waltz, foxtrot, and box-step until you're just about worn out. Dancing with a ghost is kind of a workout, both physically and mentally; you have to make sure not to commit the faux pas of accidentally stepping through your dance partner. But when you step off the dance floor as the song ends, all the spectres and various dead and undead partygoers applaud.
|You gain 100 Beefiness.|
|You gain 100 Wizardliness.|
|You gain 100 Sarcasm.|
Occurs at The Haunted Ballroom.