Round 88

The ground beneath them surged upward in a violent lurch, sending the party stumbling off balance. Gravedigger Renn's legs buckled as he desperately sought a handhold on the wall, his terror-smell wafting up into the air once more. Sister Hale swiftly closed the distance to her companion, grasping his arm with a firm but gentle touch. "Steady, Renn," she urged, her voice a soothing counterpoint to the chaos around them. The runes pulsed frenziedly, THRUM-THRUM-THUD-THUD-THUD, as if urging whatever was buried beneath them to make its move. In the heart of the tunnel system, the plates continued their maddening rhythm, each tremor a heartbeat away from unleashing a new trial upon the party.