The sounds of movement all around him. Lights came up, but barely: the whole space dim, and moving with silhouetted shapes. The Pit was vast: a huge, circular almost-amphitheatre but with straight, stone walls, so large that even lit it was difficult to see to the other side. It was the size of an entire cell block on its own.
Creatures stirred here, some lying gnawing bones, others pacing, still others fighting, others leaping fruitlessly to try and scale the walls over and over. The sounds of shuffling, shouting, argument, laughter, filled the air. As the vision faded, and the room returned to darkness, Anubis heard a
final shuffling thud in the distance, before eerie silence returned.
@Anubis
This place was oddly void of any fungal life. Anubis might have been magically blind, for all the good his spell did him. It did provide information: that this place was stifled and stagnant, that there was no decay for fungus to feed off of. The faintest touch sparked off him far behind, back where light and water twinned to the north and stone shelves fell away. But here? -Nothing.
No further sound came. Just the yawning darkness. Here, it would be impossible to tell if something were only a few yards to his left or right, or just ahead, or creeping around behind. His ears picked nothing up. If there were something out there, it was silent now. Maybe it had just been part of the vision..?
That old, rank animal smell remained, like long stale alien fur.
@Anubis
Silence erupted into sound.
As he had stood there listening, so too had something else.
thud thud thud thud THUD THUD
Rapidly approaching footfalls, from a walk into a run, heading straight toward Anubis in the dark.
It would be wise to depart.
@Anubis
The footsteps had stopped.
Maybe it had been partway across the Pit--whatever-it-was distracted by a glowing mushroom. Maybe it had been the corridor's entryway, too narrow.
Or maybe whatever-it-was knew a shortcut.
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