Shadowgate
You hurtle yourself without question down the opening just big enough to allow you to slide smoothly along the bloody passage.
Demonic roars fading from earshot, you press your legs against the chamber walls, as to slow your decent through the flickering blue chamber.
Boots slipping against the moist stone walls, you manage to accumulate the friction needed for a grinding yield. Halting to a stop, your legs fly out awkwardly as you fall from the narrow opening. Splashing into a thin pool of bodily fluids, you choke and grasp for the beryl blaze.
Your face contorts with disgust as you inhale the stench of rot. Littered about the center, of what would appear to be a boiler room, a mound of mangled corpses lay about each other.
Gaping in horror, you cringe at the unkindly sight of butchered limbs strewn carelessly about the chamber. A large metal grate under the heap of flesh would seem to be full, as a thin layer of blood wets the floor of the entire chamber.
Your eyes flutter about the room, seeking relief from the display. They fall upon an extremely large blood-stained door. A stone door with no knob, nor handle, accompanied by two, also very large, unlit braziers lay adjacent on each side.
A furnace in the stone wall boils red, flooding the chamber with a damp heat. You quiver in the smell, covering your nose with your garments.
The stony chamber arches, and down the bend you observe an ascending stairwell.
Demonic roars fading from earshot, you press your legs against the chamber walls, as to slow your decent through the flickering blue chamber.
Boots slipping against the moist stone walls, you manage to accumulate the friction needed for a grinding yield. Halting to a stop, your legs fly out awkwardly as you fall from the narrow opening. Splashing into a thin pool of bodily fluids, you choke and grasp for the beryl blaze.
Your face contorts with disgust as you inhale the stench of rot. Littered about the center, of what would appear to be a boiler room, a mound of mangled corpses lay about each other.
Gaping in horror, you cringe at the unkindly sight of butchered limbs strewn carelessly about the chamber. A large metal grate under the heap of flesh would seem to be full, as a thin layer of blood wets the floor of the entire chamber.
Your eyes flutter about the room, seeking relief from the display. They fall upon an extremely large blood-stained door. A stone door with no knob, nor handle, accompanied by two, also very large, unlit braziers lay adjacent on each side.
A furnace in the stone wall boils red, flooding the chamber with a damp heat. You quiver in the smell, covering your nose with your garments.
The stony chamber arches, and down the bend you observe an ascending stairwell.