As you enter through the dark wooden door, your senses are assualted by a variety of images and sounds. You can almost hear the creak of floorboards, and smell the blood that stains the walls. To your right, you see a large, ornately carved bronze door decorated with lights that still glow strongly, despite the wear of the centuries. You press your ear to the door, and can faintly hear the sound of people clapping. You try the knob, but in vain-it's locked, and has obviously been so for quite a while, due to the rust gathering on the iron. Throwing your hands up, you venture further into the large room. Directly in front of you are a stairwell, ascending up into darkness, and a set of doors. One is a stone opening, with nothing between them- even the hings have rusted away-and an odd little door. Several doorframes descend into the walls before reaching a shining bronze door, which also happens to be locked. Giving up, you wander