Feeling like being somewhere far away behind a dark curtain, I hear Eddisham's voice. His words are pulling me back to reality. Leaving the coldness behind, I cut the surface to my consciousness.
I leap back off the door, staring at it.
I shiver, and an angry squeak leaves my throat.
"What was that!?"
I draw my dagger, knowing that it is little help against otherworldly powers. Though I feel a little safer feeling the handle in my paw.
"There's darkness behind it. I mean ... not just the absence of light, but a deep and cold darkness. I saw figures passing this door in a dream ..." ... and I whisper the facts I was able to recall to Eddisham.
OOC:
Sorry for the delay.
Are we really ambushed, or was that a "passive magical alarm system"?
What is the impression we currently have, despite the visions of what might be behind the door?