The redwood double doors are embedded with rubies in a pattern that reminds you of a pomegranate split in half. They glitter in the light, while the black iron handles sport thorns that threaten to pierce your skin.
The room beckons. You enter, and the door closes behind you.
A large bedroom contains a low, wide bed made up with fox furs and red satin sheets. Gauzy red drapes flutter from the ceiling to surround it. A red vanity with a mirror stands against one wall, and a bowl of fruit sits on a low redwood table. Torch-shaped gas lamps light the room, embedded at even intervals in the wheat-patterned ivory wallpaper. A perfect deer skeleton stands in the corner, tied together with golden wire and posed to look as though it were grazing.The Book of Rooms is the first supplement for Bluebeard’s Bride, a tabletop role playing game where you and your friends explore Bluebeard’s home as the Bride, creating your own beautifully tragic version of the classic dark fairy tale. Behind each door of the Book of Rooms is a chamber full of everything a Groundskeeper could ever need to awe Bluebeard’s new bride, ready to use at the table. Lock yourself in and marvel at these fully illustrated rooms, each with fleshed-out threats to the Bride, mysterious objects that cajole closer inspection, and horrors that lurk in the shadows, including:
- The Tea Room: You are cramped on all sides by cabinets full of the most delicate hand-painted china. A very feminine, blue floral damask wallpaper covers all the walls and the floor. The air is close, suffocating, and you have trouble breathing. A iridescent blue sofa invites anyone who lays eyes on it to try its comfortable shape.
- The Kitchen: The kitchen itself is a broad stone room with an uneven floor. An ancient metal oven is next to the fireplace, which is just barely smoking, a cold stewpot suspended from a hook nearby. A rotund man in a poorly fitting white apron and chef hat dozes on a chair next to a central table. A cleaver tied to his belt scrapes over the floor, back and forth with every labored breath he takes.
- The Bathhouse: The air in the bathhouse is filled with the heady scent of perfumed oils, torrid and oppressive. Steam floods over the floor, where there is a steel drain forged to appear like lush foliage with flowers and leaves. Soft whines escape the drain, the pipes below exhaling from the heat. Your fingers just fit through the patterned drain. Straining through the slats you feel them rub against a soft, wet mass.