Apr 2, 2019 2:25 pm
Time passes. Perhaps more than a minute but less than two. Not long by the normal awareness of the passage of time, but here it seems like an eternity of delay.
Bryn continues to study the chains and the room itself, with appearance that he is reading and contemplating things that others cannot see at all.
Kray, Ryhim, Iasu, and Bull Maeriks wait ready for anything as The Irons continue to rattle, the golden doors of the vault open to full extension perpendicular to the wall, and the buzzing flying edimmu send chatter and shouts down from the shadows overhead.
Thorn is trapped on the other side of the chain barrier at the entryway, but he can see through the spaces between the chains. He keeps his head on a swivel, watching both into The Pit chamber but also up the ascending natural tunnel that climbs back to The Séance room.
The long pillar-like groupings of chains that extend deepest into The Pit, shake and clang against one another as something – multiple things perhaps – climb upwards.
Thorn hears a harrowing screech coming from the ascending tunnel, like a primal shriek of some beast, either frightened or enraged.
Bryn continues to study the chains and the room itself, with appearance that he is reading and contemplating things that others cannot see at all.
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Thorn is trapped on the other side of the chain barrier at the entryway, but he can see through the spaces between the chains. He keeps his head on a swivel, watching both into The Pit chamber but also up the ascending natural tunnel that climbs back to The Séance room.
The long pillar-like groupings of chains that extend deepest into The Pit, shake and clang against one another as something – multiple things perhaps – climb upwards.
Thorn hears a harrowing screech coming from the ascending tunnel, like a primal shriek of some beast, either frightened or enraged.
