A strange thing happens when Vanyel casts his spell. The darkness in the room is banished, and the glowing lines along the walls explode with sudden light. It's as though they've been overloaded, their power surging. Beneath the water, too, glowing lines can now be seen - though how far beneath they are remains unclear - and on the island, a door can now be seen. It, too, is glowing bright purple. It's freestanding, appearing to lead to nothing in particular, but it's the only thing on the island. It stands there all alone.
They splash down. If Vanyel's spell had lit the room, Farraige's seems to darken it; Farraige, with his comfortable manipulation of the environment, and the control he brings to the chaos. The lights go back out, as though the thing that had encouraged them has fallen away.
Which leaves our heroes in darkness. The water sloshes around them. Its texture is strange and somehow oily. There's a thickness to it that tugs at their feet the longer they stay still, but even if they move, they'll find it difficult to get very far. As the seconds pass, the water seems to change, becoming more like mud, and then like dark sand. The pair will find themselves buried to their shoulders, yet there's still something trying to tug them down. Above their heads, something light and dusty will fall on them, alerting them to a new problem - there's more sand falling from above, preparing to bury them alive.
But pay attention, explorers. Up ahead, one spark of purple light has not quite faded. It pulses against the frame of the door, on the island. Then it expands, creating a screen of light in which a small, blonde girl can be seen. She's clearly afraid, and sodden with a mixture of slime, pus, and who knows what else. Your view is that of something very large looking down at her, while she desperately tries to conjure ice between her hands, and your enormous, powerful tentacles swipe and smash at her. The boy with the arrows is trying to get to her, but the tentacles are on him too, and Rosie - poor Rosie - is struggling to stay on her feet.
And here you are, trapped in sand far away, unable to get to her. How does that make you feel?
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They splash down. If Vanyel's spell had lit the room, Farraige's seems to darken it; Farraige, with his comfortable manipulation of the environment, and the control he brings to the chaos. The lights go back out, as though the thing that had encouraged them has fallen away.
Which leaves our heroes in darkness. The water sloshes around them. Its texture is strange and somehow oily. There's a thickness to it that tugs at their feet the longer they stay still, but even if they move, they'll find it difficult to get very far. As the seconds pass, the water seems to change, becoming more like mud, and then like dark sand. The pair will find themselves buried to their shoulders, yet there's still something trying to tug them down. Above their heads, something light and dusty will fall on them, alerting them to a new problem - there's more sand falling from above, preparing to bury them alive.
But pay attention, explorers. Up ahead, one spark of purple light has not quite faded. It pulses against the frame of the door, on the island. Then it expands, creating a screen of light in which a small, blonde girl can be seen. She's clearly afraid, and sodden with a mixture of slime, pus, and who knows what else. Your view is that of something very large looking down at her, while she desperately tries to conjure ice between her hands, and your enormous, powerful tentacles swipe and smash at her. The boy with the arrows is trying to get to her, but the tentacles are on him too, and Rosie - poor Rosie - is struggling to stay on her feet.
And here you are, trapped in sand far away, unable to get to her. How does that make you feel?