The door creaks open, revealing a set of stairs descending deep into the ground. The stone steps are worn and dirtied with mold covering a vast part of it. The wooden handrails have rotted through over the years. Deep below, perhaps eighty feet or more, resides a faint violet glow.<br/><br/><hr/>OOC: Embry senses no magic on the door, stairway, or skull. Roll any checks you feel appropriate.