As you step through the door, you suddenly find yourself falling. You realize you have entered the oubliette of the castle, and curse yourself for being stupid enough to enter the domain of a Sabbat member. You continue to fall until you feel yourself suddenly stop, impaled on multiple wooden stakes about 4 feet in length. As you move your eyes around the room, you see the dim moonlight shining through a window facing East, and you know that you have no hope of rescue. As your body weakens, your hand drops into a pile of ashes beneath you, and you know without a doubt that yours will be added to that pile. A soft, seductive voice calls down to you from above.
"I see you have found your true path."
*wicked laughter filters down*
"Noone enters my private chambers unless they are worthy."
The door above you closes, and you know that you will soon meet your Doom...whether it be from the Final Death of a Kindred, or merely from the starvation of a foolish mortal, or perhaps you were
lucky and the fall killed you instantly. In any case, you are dead.
