Round 115

Jeane [A] moves along the narrow ledge, her dark leathery wings extended for balance as she edges deeper into the darkness. This is madness, she mutters under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. If this shelf gives way... The stone beneath her feet groans ominously with each step, but her focus remains unwavering. Behind her, Seraphine follows with far less confidence, her robes snagging on the rough stone as she inches forward. Her keen elven eyes strain in the gloom, searching for any sign of Varrika or a means to descend safely. Stay close, Jeane calls back over her shoulder. The drop is sheer below us—one misstep and... The passage opens up ahead, revealing a wider chamber bathed in an eerie blue glow. Jeane pauses at the edge of the new space, her crimson eyes narrowing as she scans the area for threats. What is this place? she wonders aloud, her voice barely more than a whisper. It feels... wrong somehow. Seraphine presses closer to Jeane's side, grateful for the sorcerer's presence even as unease coils in her stomach. The magic here... it's ancient, she breathes.* I can feel it pulsing through the stone like blood through veins.