The Crypt The main hall is a huge, rectangular, room. The walls are made of large, rough stone blocks. The whole of the room is steeped in shifting shadows as it is lit by torches scattered about the walls. Large candles, almost six feet tall, also light some areas. These candles, some red, some black, smoke as their flames gutter in an unfelt breeze. Red stained windows in the walls and raftered ceiling let an eerie light in from the outside, coating the room in the slick appearance of fresh blood. Located within the deepest shadows between torches and candles, along the walls, are many doorways. These doors lead to private rooms, for use when the hustle of the main hall is not desired. The bar is the first landmark seen as it realitively well lit. The bar is long, nearly the full length of the right hand wall, and made of darkest black wood, worn smooth with age. Behind the bar, oil lamps give off a steady yellow glow through their sooty chimneys. Antique silver mirrors cover the wall behind the bar, relflecting the light of the lamps in their tarnished surface. No light reflects off the bartop, however. Silver edges highlight the blackness of the bar, making it appear as a dark void in a frame of light. Stools of the same careworn black wood with silver nails and black leather seats are lined up in front of the bar. Rows of glasses hang suspended above the bar, just within reach. The glasses are shaped like large tulips of finest, clear crystal. The stems and bases are clear, black onyx. There is a plain rectangular door next to the bar. The top of the frame declares it the Wyne Celler. Past the door are long, winding stairs downward. The cellar itself is cut from living stone. It is dark, for there is no permanent lighting, and a bit damp. Near the stairs many racks of bottles await drinking. Also stacked here are many barrels and kegs. A single path leads between the racks, towards a poorly lit open portal. Beyond this doorway is another rough cut room, but it's contents are a bit more strange. In here there are what appear to be iron birdcages, complete with manacles. Each black iron cage is solidly built and has a large lock. A large oak table occupied most of the center of the room. An air of eternity surrounds this monument to ancient trees. The dark stained wood has been intricatlly carved by an expert hand. The carvings depict strange creatures. Half-man, half-animal things of great beauty. The legs themselves are carved into the shape of tall, slender women with wolves heads, howling up to the sky. Upon the table, lighting it in a buttery glow, are three candlabras. One near each end and one in the middle. Each are made of pure, white bone, and carved with strange symbols. The candles they hold are purest white tallow. They drip down, covering parts of the candlabras, but never dripping onto the table.................. A grand piano also occupies the room. It is old, it's ivory keys yellow and cracked with age. As the wind comes in it seems to play itself in the breeze. A light melody comes from it at all times. Whenever the keys are touched, it gives off clear, lasting notes. Despite it's age and appearance it is perfectly in tune and seems almost as if it is smiling. The fireplace, in the center of the longest wall, is huge, the size of a small room. A fire blazes in it, yet there is no wood and it makes no smoke. The flames jump and move, and, for an instant, a face seems to form in their depths. Also within the fireplace is a large roasting spit, two thick, iron spikes, big enough to roast whole cows.......or whole men. At each end of the wide mantle above the fireplace is a statue of a four foot gargoyle. They crouch with arms outstreched to the sides and heads up, as if screaming to the gods. In the center stand two more gargoyles locked in combat. One has the throat of the other in it's claws and the other has his claws deep in the belly of the first. They seem locked in eternal struggle as the fire jumps below them. To either side of the combatants is an odd thing. Upon the other short wall, opposite the bar, is a large arched doorway looking out into the courtyard. It stands always open, though large bronze doors stand on iron hinges and a lock of enormous proportions is set into each door. Out the door can be seen a large garden of orchids and roses, both black and red. A pathway leads out the door to a large marble fountain. The pathway is bordered by tall, thorny bushes. The dark leaves and long, sharp thorns make no apologies and show no mercy. They seem beautiful in their very wickedness. The fountain is large, nearly twenty feet across. Above it, also in white marble veined with red, is a couple. The man, heroic in proportions with large muscles, carries a sword in one hand. With the other arm he holds the woman to him, close. Both are sorely wounded, as if from some great battle. The man stands defiant of his wounds and his unseen foe, the woman weeps for his wounds. Blood runs down the stone from these wounds, collecting in a bowl which surrounds the two of them. As this bowl overflows, the blood falls into another bowl, and down into the huge base. From the base the blood flows outward in several small streams which flow throughout the garden. Many paths lead from the clearing where this fountain stands. Some lead off to secret places, private places. Along all the paths, low stone bences are placed in small alcoves in the unforgiving shadows. Also from this main clearing can be seen four areas which glow orange in the night. Near each corner of this enormous garden is another fountain, of a different nature. They are again white marble, stand six feet tall, and are carved plainly with scrolls. But these four fountains spout neither water nor blood, but liquid fire. They arc several feet into the air to fall back down and flow over several levels of bowls. They burn cleanly and brightly, giving off but little heat to each side.