Shadowgate
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 about the room. A large metal grate under the heap of flesh would seem to be full, as a thin layer of bodily fluids 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. 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.
Gaping in horror, you cringe at the unkindly sight of butchered limbs strewn about the room. A large metal grate under the heap of flesh would seem to be full, as a thin layer of bodily fluids 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. 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.