The room had thirteen sides that were thirteen feet in length. The ceiling of the room was only thirteen feet high. It was quite cool. There was a light in the room; an odd lamp bubbled on a (?) table in the corner. It emitted a reddish glow; it gave an appearance of molten rock; but lava would be hot. Closer inspection revealed that the table had a section jutting out a few inches below the top. This area was white. Ivory?
Suddenly the door slammed shut behind them. Erinnia ran up the stairs to the site of the door but found only solid wall. At the moment that the door closed a shadowy creature appeared in the room. The creature stood near the odd table; the beast did not appear particularly threatening. It was about the height of an elf. The creature swayed in a rhythmic manner. It began to press areas of the ivory extension of the table with three of its four hands. The room filled with sounds; the beast created the sounds.
The sounds were marked by a repeating bass rhythm under a freely and elaborately syncopated melody.
Nigel said, “I think I feel bad!”
Erinnia added, “I feel like I have the blues!”
Faint blue Faerie Fire surrounded the elf.
The others started to dance.
“It’s a boogie man!” Roscoe shouted.
“Oh, no! Not this! Remember the images from Red Mountain! Cover your ears!” Knarra added.
It was too late.
The entire party began dancing.
Controlling their weapons and effectively conjuring were impossible.
Erinnia sang, “I’m going to dance all night. I’m going to dance all night.”
She shook her red hair wildly and twisted her backside in a rhythmic fashion.
“What sort of beast is this?” Lyana Rikmon asked as she pirouetted.
“I’ve encountered such a beast only once before. I don’t have a cursed ring this time. Oh, no! He will exhaust us. The boogie man is usually the life… and death of many parties. The sounds create a mass charm type effect. You can’t help but feel the power of the sounds. Wow! He really knows how to sing the ‘blues’! I’ve said this before. I can’t help myself. Sugar pie, honey bunch…” Knarra said, but had to interrupt her discussion to shake awhile.
She was able to continue, “This is ridiculous! The boogie man isn’t dangerous alone. It’s more mischievous; they are fond of drink, Magick items, and ‘bling’- gaudy things. The boogie man will ally for such rewards with other creatures; its antics tire out potential adversaries. I…Déjà vu!” Knarra answered partially.
She was really getting down.
Roscoe cut a mean rug. He tried to level his staff but the Jolt Spell merely glanced off the ceiling.
“I’m doing what I did before but I can’t help myself. Sweetie pie, sugar bunch, you know I love you!” Roscoe sang.
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