Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-5735114-20140102023631

(Alright, I'll give you a bit of a fill on the setting. Currently, my character and Corelas are in a room within a lair carved into the Red Mountain. It consists of narrow hallways punctuated with generally square rooms, although they are somewhat infrequent. The whole thing is made of stone. There's generally fairly little light, as Tyranil is a Shadowmage. The light that does exist eminates from torches scattered about the hallways, with one sometimes in each room. The room we're currently in is larger than average, containing 6 or 7 beds aligned in a semi-circle facing the door. Corelas is currently asleep on one.)

Tyranil stops 'talking' and looks around. He suddenly got the sensation he was being watched. In a corner, he saw a gleam of metal, but if anything else was there, it was shrouded by shadows. "Show yourself!", he called out to the small piece of metal, wondering if he was imagining things.