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ooc: Morgeruat, I finally posted a response to your character above.
There is a terrible narrowness about these spaces despite their high ceilings and unusual width. The knowledge that the dark stones of the confining walls may at any point fall inward upon him intensifies his claustrophobic feelings. Still, he moves, aided by the newly moving air, with the swiftness he has spent his life learning. The Mage’s creatures are too concerned with their own safety to pay him any attention and he is free to follow the heart rending echoes of the wolf song to the trapped voices of the woman called TAO and her companions.
Moving through the second floor he notes the movement of the wounded and rage filled bonespawn. He pauses a moment, and notes the weakened structure, smiling at the feel of a draft rising from the first floor. “You simply do not matter,” he whispers and violently brings the axes together. The resulting thunderclap is enough to pull the damaged ceiling and walls down upon the creature. Hoping desperately that the information Whisper has given him about the lower floors is correct, he exits the second floor even as it collapses upon the surprised bonespawn.
Finally, he reaches the lowest reaches of the structure and finds himself confronted by a wall of thick and unyielding stone where the entrance to the dungeons should be.
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