Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160904021642

Ibrahim and Lucida follow, with Kathra and the others behind. Finally, Rhun follows.

The chamber is massive, possibly a mile wide. Lit unnaturally, spiral stairwells lead up to nowhere, occasionally rising from the flat, glossy floor. The black crystalline obelisks float in the air, but instead of reflecting memories, they are now blank. Ibrahim steps forward.

"All right...now I know where we are. We're in the Memento Mori.  Not far above us are the Wells.  If we can get to them..."

"You won't."

They turn around to the voice. Adelaide struts forward.

"Did you really think that I couldn't make it up here? That I wouldn't  be able to fly after you cut my wing?"

She looks at Cire. "I pulled her head off, you know. There were a lot of little gears and springs inside.  I was surprised,  actually.  I guess it was the sorcery that made her seem so real..."

"Cire, it's a trick! The Memento Mori can show you your greatest fears!" Ibrahim says, growling.

"Oh, I'm no trick, Doctor. I'm very real.  Unlike your doll..." she sneers at Los, a smile curling around her lips.

"Stop it!" Lucida says. She focuses her magic on Cire, and he feels his power return..."