By Gloating Gleamed
13th of March 2007 A.D.
"Ah, herr spirit, should I make you a bird then, to fly away, or perhaps a goat?" you tease, making the appropriate figures on the wall of this foul tomb with your hands, the practice you had entertaining your younger siblings helping you in the most unexpected ways. "The shadow of a thing is way too easily manipulated, if one has an appropriate light source. What was the sun that cast these shadows, don't you wonder?"
"Heh... heh... heh... heh..." the spirit laughs, a counterfeit sound that brings to mind more the scrape of bone on bone than any true mirth. "Alvays sinkink zey are the heartz of sinks. Like fish... in bowl... in vasteland. Zere ist shaow all round, true shadow, old shadow vrom vitch all over shadows are made. Ze great
Maw of Ze Void."
Arcane illumination meant to last though the very depths of the Labyrinth flickers like candles in a sudden breeze and a chill that ows nothing to the laws of thermodynamics sends goosepumps up your arms.
"That feels, familiar, but I don't know why?" Lydia half whispers. "Like a nightmare I had when I was little. What's...?" She stops but the spirit guesses the rest of the question.
"Ze Vell in Ze Graveyard of Ze Gods, Ze True Sphadow." A sort of sly malice enters his tone. "I can sphow you, come and zee"
For the first time since you entered the complex its fetid Essence lurches to uneasy life and one of south wall of the chamber melts away as though worn ot sand in an instant, revealing a set of wide shallow stairs that definitely hadn't been there before, that did not lead to any place on Earth or under it. Upon each black slab are writ writ symbols in a language you know too well... How could you not after all, you've spoken it so many times? The first three steps, still in the light of the cast by the expedition's lanterns read: 'Shadowland/Halfworld', then three more which glow with hellish flame: 'Underworld/Duat/Doom' and at last last a trio which you cannot see, but can still descipher as though the blackness forces its shape though your pupils: 'Bleakness/Tomb.'
"Come, make ze goat on ze vall," the spirit gloats, then something seems to overcome it. Without another word the passage begins to close, though more slowly than it had opened, as though the darkness doesn't wish to be caged once more away from the light it hungers for.
Bob, the real Bob would probably hate the comparison, but you realize that you had goaded him into opening the passage just to show you the depth of his knowledge, or maybe the limits of your understanding and now its master had ordered it closed again. Whatever's down those nine steps isn't an open invitation for such as you at least not according to the true master of this place.
You look left to Lydia, determined and intrigued despite herself, right to Tiffany with an expression that says 'I should definitely be the adult in this situation, but I'm not sure I'm feeling it today'.
What do you do?
[] Rush down the passage before the door closes
[] Stay where you are, keep taunting the spirit
[] Write in
OOC: I hope Evil Bob's manner of speech is still readable. I'm experimenting with making it sound a bit more authentic that just replacing the wh with vs as I did at the start of the quest.