Round 10

As Merrin pressed herself against the wall, her voice trembled only slightly as she called out to Jeane, "I know you're in a hurry to play hero, but rushing in blind will just get us all killed." Varrika's grip on her mace tightened, the weight of the dwarven-forged blade a comforting presence in the face of the screeching intensification. The violet light pulsed brighter still, casting harsh shadows across the chamber as the ground beneath Varrika's feet trembled with the same pain-like sensation as the screeching grew louder.