Onwards

[Anastasia]

There are a few higher floors, yes.

[Nephrite]

"Let's try up there." He says - with that he flies to the highest side of the building to look for a window or some other entrance beyond the ice.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=14 ]{14}

You find what may be not a window, but a gap torn into the uppermost part. It's hard to tell buried in ice but it looks right.

[Nephrite]

"Let's try there." Moore says. "Cresiel, do the honors please."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel pounds away. It makes a bunch of noise but nothing comes to it. Soon enough a narrow tear in the buidling can be seen, a darkened room full of old furniture seen.

[Nephrite]

"Would you enter for us and let us know if the dead magic reaches all the way here, Cresiel?" He asks.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel does so and quickly returns, "It does," he says, simply.

[Nephrite]

"Well, that's a problem." Moore says. "We can't assume that the dead magic permeates this place, but..." Moore takes in a breath.

"I think we should try and create a pocket of Deep Ethereal somewhere nearby, leave, and go speak to Lady Mystra. We're not going to get anywhere here trying to fight against both dead magic as well as the Nothingness that lays here. Does anyone else think otherwise?"

[Anastasia]

"Going ahead is folly," Kaja finally says, "Damn. I hate to retreat, but anyone strong enough to get here is likely left to whatever waits within."

"What's worse," Xandra says, "Is that I feel it's a proxy or even an avatar, something not hindered by anti magic. If I'm right, we'd face a battle we'd be almost sure to lose."

[Nephrite]

"Then It may be a situation we need more help with anyway." Moore says. "Besides, this isn't a retreat — we just need to plan. Do we want to disrupt the mining operation while we are here?"

[Anastasia]

"No." It's Cresiel who speaks up, "We've been blessed to make it this far. Let's not risk disaster now, not over mere mining."

"After last time...I agree," Jetina says, "Let's go."

[Nephrite]

"Then follow me." Moore says as he flies out and under the island Foggard rests on.

[Anastasia]

Okay, where are you aiming to do this?

[Nephrite]

1000 feet below Foggard.

He will do his thing to fill the nothing with Ethereal. Aiming for a 25 ft cube.

[Anastasia]

Make your checks, oh dread pixie.