Labalyn's memorial

[Anastasia]

Behind you. You hear them behind you - Kaja's screams, Xandra's near silent whimpers of pain, Seema's cries for mercy.

"There," Sylvie's turned, as you turn to see a new stairway, one that plunges into the darkness like a dagger.

[Nephrite]

"You and I are going to have a long discussion when we get to you." Moore promises.

He doesn't even care about the seed at this point - this nightmare will be put to an end today.

He turns and begins down the stairs.

[Anastasia]

Down. Down, down, down down. Down stone silent stairs, utter darkness that only your superior vision lets you see in. Down stairs that tighten, walls closing in. Narrower and narrower as you go on, winding down to a tight, coiled tip.

At the bottom of this lies a flickering red portal, like an angry eye gazing on any who come close.

[Nephrite]

"I don't think we have a choice, do we?" Moore asks.

He will proceed through the portal, unless someone stops him!

[Anastasia]

"Not a one," Sylvie confesses as Cresiel follows, at your side.

Will save, Moore.

[Nephrite]

[13:43] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+59+18
[13:43] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 88 > [d20=11]

[Anastasia]

You feel a tug at yourself but nothing more as you are alone. Alone in nothing, alone before...nothing. Nothing at all.

[Nephrite]

"You know, the Guardian in Arcadia had something similar to this." Moore says aloud.

He doubts the necklace is going to point him in the right direction this time, though.

"You and I have a lot to talk about." He says as he digs into his bag to withdraw the pointing finger to see if it does, in fact, do anything.

"Are you going to invite me to you, or do I have to find my own way?" He calls out.

[Anastasia]

The finger does nothing, alas.

No response.

[Nephrite]

Very well, then.

A path forward, to my goal.

[14:43] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+17+17+15 charisma
[14:44] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 58 > [d20=9]

[Anastasia]

You feel drawn directly ahead, even if the darkness does not change.

[Nephrite]

A little different, but the same idea.

He proceeds forward.

[Anastasia]

Forward.

Forward.

Ahead lies a free floating, rusty steel door. It awaits you, just like last time.

[Nephrite]

"Not much for talking, are you?" He says aloud as he goes to open this door as well. "That's fine, we can have words without words, if needed."

[Anastasia]

Ahead is the same tiny, cramped, rubble strewn and mark walled cell as before. It awaits you, calls to you again, yet still fails to lull you in.