Rooms

  Suffocating darkness closes around the periphery of the chamber.  The

walls disappear, as if they never existed in this space and even the floor

beneath drops away, leaving behind the sensation of floating and then

falling.  Above, between the drifting of ashen black clouds, the vibrant

rays of the Darkmoon glow indigo and palpable malevolence fills the void.  A

purity of Darkness settles with a steady discerning weight and as the

archways into the Sanctum and the exit begin to take shape, the darkness

withdrawing from the black rune-etched stone like malignant tendrils of

umbral mist, the urge to kneel and move forward or depart becomes

overpowering.