Rooms

  There seems to be a path cut out of the ice.  It winds itself up the

entire length of the spire.  You can't make out any details, yet you have a

feeling that there is _something_ here that has an intellegence.  What kind

of creature would lair itself out here in the middle of this forsaken plane

of ice?  You attempt to take a step but you trip on something, resulting in

your sprawling out on the snow.  You look back, expecting to see the

offending chunk of ice, but instead you see the well preserved remains of

another adventurer, just like yourself.  Death is nothing new to you, but an

involuntary shiver runs up your spine as you quickly turn away from the

hideous grimace of pain that made up the unfortunate last moments of

your.....  Predecessor.