Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160727042222

Cerberus leads Hound into the wounded spire. Inside, it seems to be as purposeless as the outside, as if ideas were copied, begun, then abandoned. Broad stairwells lead upwards or downwards into nothing. Massive colonnades support ceilings that are incomplete. Broad halls stretch off, leading into rooms of unknown significance. All the while, the dim light from the outside filters in through the incomplete walls, making it a maze of light and dark.

But the path does lead on, eventually,  to a straighter hallway, then to a broad room. They hear the echoing sound from the far end. They enter the massive chamber, there hearing it clearly: the silver sound of water. They follow it, and see on the far end what makes the noise.

It is a pool, broad as a house. Even the dim light coming through the wall openings glints on its surface like a thousand diamonds. A single unadorned pillar in the center of the pool rises from the depths, water falling from its sides. Hound leans over the edge. The crystal water runs deep, and he can see the pillar stretching down, down, into blackness...

"Hmm...yes...I do believe I know where we now are," Cerberus says. "Though I didn't dare guess before." He laughs deeply. "Indeed, you may be more deceased than I believed..."

The water is clear. It is bright and cool to the touch. A ravaging thirst overtakes Hound, the thirst of bodily deprivation...if he truly is dead, then there is a part of him that is very much still alive, screaming for water...

(Does Hound drink the water?)