**When the adventurers stepped through the portal, what they felt first was a warmth--not an unpleasant warmth, as they might have feared, but a calming feeling, quite alike being held by a loved one. This feeling for only a moment concealed the panic which broke out; in the darkness, they all gradually had a sensation of being simultaneously turned upside down--though which direction "up" was anyone knew--and being stretched, like taffy, almost to the breaking. It was not exactly excruciating, but none of them could have described it as comfortable.
For how long this lasted, no-one could tell. At length, however, they found themselves in a shallow basin of water, perhaps a foot deep and twelve or thirteen feet wide, under which was cold and slimy stone. Through the midnight gloom they could just see, a few feet beyond the lip of the basin, aged trees, gnarled and dense, spreading out into the gloom of the underbrush. A single gap stood in the trees, a narrow path of ancient and weathered stone.**
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Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**The man had apparently not traveled with them.**
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Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
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but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Morgan- So we're alone in what is supposedly some sort of hell. I feel a little sick.
Morgan decided that being a giant bowl of water was less than ideal, headed for the slimy stone seemed much better. She aimed to climb out of the basin and place herself in front of the ominous path.
**Edouard did the same, cursing repeatedly as he shook water out of his shoes.**
Édouard - "What do you even make of this place?"
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Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Edouard was staring up at the sky in puzzlement.**
Édouard - "No moon... no stars..."
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Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**He set about picking up some large pieces of wood and covering them in rags.**
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Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**The light did little to illuminate the woods--truth be told, the effect was more in general to make the areas outside of the small perimeter of the torches harder to see in.**
Édouard - "Well... do we stay here and try to wait for dawn.. if there is one... or do we try to find something?"
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nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Alacritas hadn't waited for any group consensus, having abandoned his earlier cautious approach and breaking into a brisk pace down the path, his blade ready in hand.
Wayland followed behind the group keeping his eyes on their surroundings so that he'd have a better chance of noticing if something started to follow them.
**When Alacritas set foot on the path, the first stone glowed faintly red with a rune, mysterious in meaning and form, and letting off a soft, almost musical tone. Each subsequent stone did the same, though with different runes and tones, creating a distant if eerie music.**
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Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Morgan tried not to focus on the eerie music being produced by their passage, instead focusing on sending her browler's ahead to scout for any signs of danger.
**Nothing seemed to confront the browlers. The stones, meanwhile, faded soon after their tone had been produced.
After a few minutes along the path, the forest opened up into a partly overgrown clearing. Through the dim, they could make out the tumbled foundations of small buildings, apparently once a sort of village.**
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Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
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For how long this lasted, no-one could tell. At length, however, they found themselves in a shallow basin of water, perhaps a foot deep and twelve or thirteen feet wide, under which was cold and slimy stone. Through the midnight gloom they could just see, a few feet beyond the lip of the basin, aged trees, gnarled and dense, spreading out into the gloom of the underbrush. A single gap stood in the trees, a narrow path of ancient and weathered stone.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Morgan decided that being a giant bowl of water was less than ideal, headed for the slimy stone seemed much better. She aimed to climb out of the basin and place herself in front of the ominous path.
Édouard - "What do you even make of this place?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sly - "Ugh... Sorry."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Édouard - "No moon... no stars..."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**He set about picking up some large pieces of wood and covering them in rags.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Wayland - I've got flint to light them.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Sly - "Well this... is not what I was expecting."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Édouard - "Well... do we stay here and try to wait for dawn.. if there is one... or do we try to find something?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sly - "I'd rather not sit here waiting on the possibility of morning, let's see what we can find... I want to get the hell out of here."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Not content to explore this horrid place alone, Morgan summoned a pair of browlers who instantly formed connections with Edouard and Wayland.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Sly - "Nervous habit I suppose."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
<No reason to be the first to die if he's willing to take the lead.>
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
After a few minutes along the path, the forest opened up into a partly overgrown clearing. Through the dim, they could make out the tumbled foundations of small buildings, apparently once a sort of village.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.