OOC:
DM needs to get his crap together.
As you go up the spiral staircase from which you came, you begin to hear chanting emanating from above. You begin to smell smoke and feel the building shake as you acend. The walls become unfamiliarly worn with age and, as you reach the top, you see a disturbing and unfamiliar sight. The room is filled with thick black smoke, pouring from the ruined oven, and the walls writhe with life. Everything in the room that was aged before is rotten and destroyed and, in the place of doors, are many whirling blades.
The End comes! Death be praised!
OOC:
Roll initiative for the purpose of determining how long you spend in the smoke.