The wheel groans slightly as pressure is put on it, but turns, perhaps surprisingly easily, and swings open.  Beyond the portal you see a macabre scene. A two-metre wide corridor extends for some distance ahead of you. Flickering light generated by green lamps set inside support pillars cast everything in a sickly glow. The floor is covered in blood suggesting a great slaughter took place here. The chunks of flesh and glistening organs confirm your suspicions.<br/><br/>Scattered here and there are sodden uniforms of Guardsmen, some still clothing a piece of their owner flesh. A door stands on the west wall a few metres ahead and<br/>open passages branch off to the right and left all along this shaft’s length.<br/><br/>The atmosphere is fetid, a mixture of charnel house reek with the various gases that rise in deep mine workings. It's enough to turn your stomachs, but no one ever said that service to Him on Earth would be pleasent.