Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160920201819/@comment-28358106-20160921181020

I look apprehensive. "It'll be...different than you remember." I turn to Adelaide and Asja. "Where we're going...don't believe everything you see. And whatever you do, DO NOT leave my side, for any reason, ever."

Adelaide looks concerned. "Is it dangerous?"

"More than you could possibly know."

Slowly, I raise my hand, and it begins to glow. There is a flash, and the shape of the True Glyph envelops the room. There is momentary darkness...

Everyone is in the same position they were in the room. Black sand is beneath our feet. Odd shapes, resembling the furniture that was there before, is around us, but we are in the open.

Adelaide looks around, her face a mix of disbelief and fear. "What...what is this place?" She whispers. It looks different than it did before. It resembles a corrupted Whitemarch. The Crucible looms in the distance.

"We can't linger," I say, setting off immediately. "Just stay close to me." Asja clings close to Los.

As we travel, small shapes can be seen. Thousands of them. Small, quivering, misshapen things that seem to want to get close, but keep their distance.

"What...what in the name of holy Maou..." Adelaide says as we walk.

"Don't look at them," I say. "They are the stolen memories of people, trapped here and made real by the Crucible's magic. Alcamarie stole people's memories, not caring what happened to them---well, what you see is the direct result of what she did.  They are doomed to stay here for eternity, unless Victivius can persuade heaven or hell to judge them."