(Wyrdstone) Dungeon Crawl

[Saber Sloth]

The Hedge needed to be explored, patrolled.

The Thorns ever encroached, changing the lay of the land. Opening new paths, while closing others.

From Funderland's administrative building a secret path is opened. A stairwell, narrow and steep leads down and down and down. The myriad of cobwebs had been cleared, but ever industrious the spider rebuilds. The once shadowless mass of all encompassing darkness, gains shadows as lights are introduced. Strung along the wall leading down into the Prohibition era tunnels that criss-crossed the subterranean map of the Freehold.

As the steep stairs come to an end, the passage abruptly shifts, taking a very sharp turn, running west-east. Rough hewn stone, dried mud, and grey brick run a curve overhead, cables run the length of it, tracking electricity to the once dead bulbs. On the ground is a rusted, unstable tack.

At the end of the corridor, is the HedgeGate they've been told about.

Please post any equipment you're bringing into the Hedge!

Cross Tiphon Whisper Blink PiggySaysWhat Nana

[Saber Sloth]

The trio having made their way down the steep steps and the cramped tunnel individually meet now, some for the first time, others before at the Mixer.

Nana's bone spur fingers press against the rough stone. Dirt, and cobwebs pull away as her fingers deftly move. By touch and sight, all is as she expected, though without more time and further consideration, she won't know if there is anything truly out of place.

Just as they had been informed of the path leading towards it, they know that before them is a Hedge Gate. It sits silent and still. Closed, still needing the burn of glamour to open it.

Harvest is allowed, Nana is at +2 Glamour as is Tiphon!

[Saber Sloth]

The Wizened's bone spurred fingers graze the silent gate, magic feeds into it. Crisscrossed on the stonework, silver spider silk quivers, as if a fly was trying valiantly to wrest itself free of the trap and the awaiting maw of the spider that spun it, but as the glamour burns, the silvery spider silk is engulfed in flame that burns the same.

There is silence, then there is sound.

The stonework the webs had clung to snaps, shattering in on itself, crumpling and folding until it is nought but foetid air.

Grey light spills into the corridor.

The Hedge Gate is opened.

Passed the Gate, lays the realm beside. The Hedge in dreary grey glory, presents itself to the trio. Overcast and mournful, there are dead vines, seared at the ends. Trees in the ever far distance, though curiously there are stones akin to those that had cracked with the opening of the Gate along the path trailing off like immortal breadcrumbs, leading off and away, through oppressive omnipresent Thorns.

Please remember to activate Powers please use the Power Icons, the empty circle with a green outline is for Changeling abilities that do not/have not cost Glamour to activate.