Descending into the bowels of the castle, the torches begin to gutter, the darkness swarming around them, not allowing light to enter the dismal darkness you have decided to enter. The steps are slick with slime and muck, and something suspiciously crunchy snaps underfoot. Reaching the bottom, a large room stretches out before you, dimly lit by a bloody light, the origin of which you fail to discover. Numerous torture devices lay scattered about, the bones, blood and flesh of previous victims all scrubbed away. Many cells line the area, a tiny window the only way to breathe. Manacles gape at you, and a large fireplace waits for evil instruments to be placed inside and heated to scorching temperatures. All sits here for the law breakers of the Hellrac and the prisioners of war. Beware, all you enemies of the king...
