You reach the Doorway of the Manor you look around, the landscape is all grown over with thorn bushes and the grass seems to be three foot thick as if there had been nobody to take care of it for years. The sky is stormy, lightening crashes all about, the wind is howling through the bushes. Your hair stands on end as you fix your glance to the large hand carved door. The images of Gargoyles and deamons adorn every inch of the door. In the center you see a large tarnishd brass knocker to anounce your presence to any inside. A chill overtakes you as you check to see if the door is locked. At your slightest touch the door slowly creaks open and the darkness inside does not allow you to see in. A mist begins to form around your feet and rise. Small blue flashes begin slowly but with each passing moment flash faster and faster. The very air around you seems thick and makes it hard to breath yet you have no trouble breathing. You feel you are forced to move through the doorway. In the next instant everything clears and you find yourself in