Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160905000324

Ibrahim leaps up, having recovered from the shock of what he's just seen. He sees Praetor stepping into the Well, and he leaps to his feet.

"Stop him! For the gods' sakes, SOMEBODY STOP HIM!"

He dashes across the floor, past Hound, who lies slumped against the wall, past Cire, who stands apprehensive. As Praetor is about to be swallowed by the swelling darkness, Ibrahim leaps forward, shouting, tackling Praetor from behind. He cries out Lucida's name as the the darkness swells about them.

The other have barely enough time to react as the waters burst from the Well, writhing in the air as if alive. It pours into the chamber, filling every crevice within seconds...

Outside, Armata sees the blackness pouring from the crucible, and in moments, it fills the entirety of his vision. The last thing he sees is the look of insane defiance on Conrad's fave as ot overtakes them both... -- They stir.

Their bodies ache.

The first to rise is Armata.

He sits up.

The landscape is featureless, flat, ashen earth. Black sand, as far as the eye can see. The sky burns, a dull orange glow showing everything.

But there is nothing to see...no.

The others. Hound. Ibrahim. Lucida. Cire. Jorge. They all lay, unconscious on the flat sand. He sees them as they begin to stir...