Stifling darkness surrounded Animus; living almost breathing darkness that extinguished even the ambient light. The bones that littered the ground were sharp, digging into the soles of Animus' bare feet in some attempt at revenge.
But, what of they? Who were the people who now littered the ground? Were they sung about the world over for their noble Sacrifice? Or, were they simply, the dead who have passed into obscurity, shattered and forgotten in a lonely forest.
Groping forward, Animus finds a vine-covered wall, slick with wetness. At first, the scent was familiar – water, damp foliage. But, as he traveled up the wall, the unmistakable tang of iron and rust stole in like a thief. The liquid oozed over his hands and the vines began to throb in a familiar rhythm.
The bird looked on impassively, seeming to glow from its own luminescence.
It judged his choices and his actions in equal measure, wondering if he will overcome a fear he has forgotten the name of and to find what he has come to find.
Another Meditation Roll please, gain 2 more successes and Animus passes through the Threshold into his own Onieros. Please Spend 1 Mana as he does so