The stone stairs descended twenty feet and opened into another room that extended ten feet to both sides of the stairs and twenty feet deep. Again, there was an opening in the wall to the south. The floor was hard barren dirt. All of them felt their strength waning with each step.
A matronly woman floated through the opening across from them.
Another wail!
The pain!
The image of the matron faded.
The “bean sidhe”- the woman fairy!
The wall on the left changed. A Magick Writer etched the old elfish words, “If you are here you cannot hear. Death will claim you! Woe to you if you disturb me further!”
The Magick Writer was a variant of the Magick Mouth. The Magick Writer was capable of delivering the caster’s message to those silenced or deafened by Magick.
Cara and Erinnia took another step.
More runes appeared.
“Turn around or die!”
They took another step. More runes appeared.
“Now I am fully awake and I await you!”
They took another step.
A Fear Spell emanated from the wall. None were affected.
They took another step.
More runes appeared on the wall.
“Your souls hunger for death!”
They took another step.
Loud laughter permeated even the protection of the ear plugs. The harsh guffaws appeared in their heads. Headaches followed the auditory aura. They struggled to the opening in the wall on the south.
Cold!
The air was icy!
Their breath condensed before them.
Cara etched on the wall, “Hit her with everything you have!”
The short stairwell ended and a disheveled room appeared before them. The room was circular with a radius of fifty feet. The floor was dirt. The room was littered by bones; most were brittle and old. A raddled old hag adorned in a tattered robe floated in the air across from them.
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