Hours lost in the dark, you finally push open the cellar door and surface. Taking stock of your surroundings, you are unconvinced that your situation has improved.

Artifacts line the walls and floor, some expertly mounted, some haphazardly piled in precarious stacks. The air hums with an expectant energy, and the corners of your mind tingle as if imperceptibly gnawed on by thousands of tiny nibbling teeth.

You have entered the Wizzzard.Tower. You feel that this was a grave error.