And so we kept going while we stayed close to each other. A silhouette of sone kind started to stalk us down the hallway. Stealthy as I was I fired an arrow against the creepy thing, but the arrow went right through it hitting nothing but air, darkness and the floor far behind us. Whispers from the walls began crawling into our ears and we felt a white face behind the wall staring at us, but whenever we turned our heads to stare back at it, it was gone. The thick darkness lay around us in thick layers then…. we were blinded in a completely black…. thing. It didn’t take long before I realised that I had lost track of the others – where were they? Completely trapped in eternal darkness – deafened as well I tried to call the others, but I couldn’t even hear the words coming out of my mouth.
To panic is always an option, but never the solution. Totally freaked out I ran around in this new universe of nothing but black concealing darkness. I ran. I ran a lot, but it wasn’t any good. It wasn’t. PANIC! Totally mind freaked – no sense of reality – no sense of anything other than panic and fear. I was there. I don’t want to think about it. Not at all – and yet I’m still writing about it.
Somehow I returned to the universe I was borned in – in Tal Lorvas’ Crypt, yes, but it was THIS world at least – our world. Tim was gone and a weird halfling called Marach stared fully satisfied at me – looking kind of hungry I think. After this experience I must myself: Why am I writing this down? I don’t want to remember it, but I’m doing it any way.