Round 10 Transcript

Jeane raised her unholy symbol as if it were a shield against the gas, though her eyes streamed with the noxious fumes and her breath came in ragged gasps. Enough of this skulking! She drew upon the dark power that coursed through her veins, her fingers tracing sigils of command in the air before her. Her voice carried authority even as she coughed.

Silra—tend to our eyes. Hale—if your god-given mercy won't help, then use my waterskins to dilute it. The gas matters not if we can see through it! The rhythmic thrumming from below intensified, a low vibration that seemed to shake the very stone underfoot. That sound... it knows we're here now. She took a step forward into the choking fumes, her pale skin already flushed with exertion from drawing on forbidden magic. Renn! You worthless scarecrow—what else did you fail to mention about these tunnels? Her tone was contemptuous. Was this gas meant for invaders, or does something down there create it naturally? The sorceress's decision carried consequences; her display of power might indeed draw unwanted attention from the city guard above, but she judged the immediate threat—the unknown entity below—far more pressing. She was done with cautious approaches and hidden dangers. Whatever lies beneath us... let it come. I'll show it what happens when demons walk the earth. Jeane focused her will, preparing a spell that would scour the air of gas and reveal whatever lurked in the shadows below—the kind of aggressive magic that could also herald their deaths if used carelessly.