Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170105030349

Suddenly, Marcus finds his breathing apparatus gone, and the weight of the huge column of water above him pressing on his body. Cyndwella makes an odd sight as the water disperses most of her phantasmic body; she is little more than a vague blue blob in the water. As Hound begins his ascent, he can see her teleporting back and forth, the muted concussions of her movements sounding in his ears like dull thuds. He can still hear them when he emerges from the surface. Treading water for a few moments, he begins climbing out when a large, metallic sphere bamfs into view about ten feet away.

Its surface morphs into its familiar cage shape, and as it does, water and Dwarves come spilling out. Not all of the Dwarves are moving.

The cage disappears and she bamfs into view in its place. Her body behaves as if it's melting; her form seems to drip liquid blue flame.

"Shit...we have a problem," she shakes her hands off. "There's others in a pocket of air to the side of that main passage. The passage has collapsed and they can't get out.  I sensed it when I was down there."

She pauses. "I'm going to teleport straight in. When I do, the concussion of my appearance could very well collapse the whole fucking chamber.  When it does, I'm gonna need a whole lot of spirit energy to get them, and myself, out while holding back the whole fucking mountain."

She pauses and looks at Hound, unsmiling. "You up for a makeout session later?"