GhostChateau's Lair

through the speckled light and dark mists that hang about the floral foliage, you find the ruins of a grand manor, twisted over with vines and flowers. stone gargoyles drenched in moss stare at you over a black wire gate of intricate gnarled filigree. you feel distinctly as though you are being watched. hesitantly, you approach the rusted gate, shaking at it. it's locked, or perhaps in its neglect it has rusted shut. another shake, and it creaks open...