text: [Themes: Religious, Historical, Christianity, Middle Ages, religion, monastery, monk]
  
  > Look around
  These walls are Constantin's tomb. Slime coats the floor and slides from the walls. The stench is trapped, harsh. It can be escaped to the northwest.
  
  The floor is soaked with vomit, making it almost slippery to walk on.
  
  Constantin lies on his side, vomit oozing from the side of his mouth.
  
  > Unlock cellar
  What do you want to unlock the keys with?
  
  > unlock the lock with the keys
  You fit the key into the lock and turn. Click.
  
  > open cellar
  (the hatch)
  You open the hatch.
  
  > Down
  The stairs are slippery with something. A particularly poor step sends you careening down, your candle getting snuffed out in the process.
  
  You brace yourself for the hard impact at the bottom, but it never comes. Instead, you fall into a soft, uneven mound. It jars your bones, but at least nothing breaks. The light from the kitchen barely makes it down the stairs: all you see is shadows.
  
  > Light candle
  The fat sizzles for a moment as the flame comes to life but settles down soon after.
  
  Dozens of bodies fill the cellar: waist-high in some places. The faces are familiar, if not for the plague and decay. Hollow eyes drill into you from all sides. The flicker of the candle makes the corpses writhe and dance.
  
  There is little food left. An old cask of wine sits against one side.
  
  A prybar leans propped up against the cask.
  
  > look at the prybar
  It is heavy. The metal is strong and unwarped.
  
  > take the prybar
  Taken.
  
  Footsteps sound through the hatch. They are faint but growing stronger.
  
  > Up
  As you reach the top of the stairs, a cowled figure comes into view. Before you can react, it knocks you down the stairs. Your fall is not so gentle this time. You thud your way down the steps, every bone breaking on the way.
  
  The pain is unbearable, but the knife to your throat ends it soon enough.
  
  > wait for a while
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  "Damn!" You hear someone curse from the kitchen. The footsteps grow faster as they rush towards the stairs.
  
  > wait
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  "Come on out, father!" The voice is hoarse and broken. A candle bobs down the stairwell.
  
  > Wait
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  With your candle lit, he easily finds you.
  
  "There you are." A grin stretch beneath the man's cowl. So many teeth. A knife slides out of his robes.
  
  You try to run, but he is too fast. Another body for the mound.
  
  > put out the candle
  The flame puffs out in a cloud of rank, black smoke.
  
  The light of his candle is more than enough to see you standing in the open.
  
  "There you are." A grin stretch beneath the man's cowl. So many teeth. A knife slides out of his robes.
  
  You try to run, but he is too fast. Another body for the mound.
  
  > hide
  Where do you want to hide?
  
  > hide under the bodies
  Bracing yourself for the smell, you worm your way into the pile of bodies. The weight is suffocating, as is the smell.
  
  > wait
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  Footsteps sound through the hatch. They are faint but growing stronger.
  
  > wait for a while
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  "Damn!" You hear someone curse from the kitchen. The footsteps grow faster as they rush towards the stairs.
  
  > wait
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  "Come on out, father!" The voice is hoarse and broken. A candle bobs down the stairwell.
  
  > wait for a while
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  He searches around for a few moments: it appears your plan is working.
  
  "Come out!" he demands. "I know you're in here."
  
  > Wait
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  "Enough games, father" he says, drawing a wickedly curved knife. Moving with cold, swift strikes, he begins stabbing into the mound of bodies.
  
  > wait a while
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  The knife flies in and out of the mound. One jab brings the blade within an inch of your ear.
  
  > pray to Cecilia
  She is with you.
  
  You lie perfectly still, hoping to avoid the knife. But one lucky jab slices into your thigh. You stifle your cry, tears welling up. The next stabs slips its way into your hand. It is too much.
  
  You cry out. He hears you. The next cut is for your throat.
  
  > take the lock
  It is bolted to the hatch.
  
  > pray to Cecilia
  She is with you.
  
  Whispers dance in your ears. Growing. Fading.
  
  > take the prybar
  Taken.
  
  Footsteps sound through the hatch. They are faint but growing stronger.
  
  > hide under the bodies
  Bracing yourself for the smell, you worm your way into the pile of bodies. The weight is suffocating, as is the smell.
  
  "Damn!" You hear someone curse from the kitchen. The footsteps grow faster as they rush towards the stairs.
  
  > wait
  Time passes. Slowly.
  
  "Come on out, father!" The voice is hoarse and broken. A candle bobs down the stairwell.
  
  > put out the candle
  It's already out.
  
  He searches around for a few moments: it appears your plan is working.
  
  "Come out!" he demands. "I know you're in here."
  
  > blow out the candle
  It's already out.
  
  "Enough games, father" he says, drawing a wickedly curved knife. Moving with cold, swift strikes, he begins stabbing into the mound of bodies.
  
  > hit Constantin with the prybar
  (Constantin's eyes with the prybar)
  You are too weak.
  
  The knife flies in and out of the mound. One jab brings the blade within an inch of your ear.
  
  > move
  (the figure)
  You can't while hiding.
  
  You lie perfectly still, hoping to avoid the knife. But one lucky jab slices into your thigh. You stifle your cry, tears welling up. The next stabs slips its way into your hand. It is too much.
  
  You cry out. He hears you. The next cut is for your throat.
  
  > Attack figure
  You wait till he's close before swinging your leg as hard as you can into the back of his knee. He crumbles, his head smashing against the hard floor.
  
  > go outside
  You return to the open.
  
  You can make out little. Some light streams in down the stairs, but it is not enough. The floor is covered in something lumpy and deep.
  
  The figure lies prone upon the ground.
  
  > examine the figure
  He lies in a crumpled heap upon the floor. His cowl still obscures his face.
  
  > take the cowl
  Warily, you lift the cowl from the man's face.
  
  Ignatius.
  
  A chorus of rings sounds from the tower, echoing through the land. Five rings. None.
  
  > remove the cowl
  (first taking the cowl)
  You've already done that.
  
  > search Ignatius
  You've already done that.