A Night to Forget

[Sören]

He mostly ignored his companions. The ansuz-wrought light bobbed alongside them as they traversed the tunnel, but he found his new eye able to adjust further through the surrounding shadows. When they stumbled upon their first obstacle his expression deadened, unamused. While the pups fought over who was going to do the work, Soren splayed his hand against the wall, considering. His senses brushed an enquiry and sensed a residue, which only twitched his frown deeper. How curious.

It was not unlike the Ascendancy's Arch; something of the maker and making lingered here, and Soren absorbed it greedily.

He stepped back, arching his neck to better encompass the whole thing in his gaze. "This is not natural nor built by any man's hand. Someone put this here for a reason, but not recently enough. She couldn't have gone this way."


They'd have to backtrack. Perhaps the map was inaccurate; there had to be other tunnels. Yet he didn't move away; in fact the hand not clenched at his side touched the cold stone again. "To lock someone out? To lock something in?"
Ah, a mystery - and how Soren could not resist a mystery. Then, faint behind the stone -- even with the power burning strength through all his senses -- a scream.

"Hmm,"
he murmured to himself. "Something in, I think."
The power gathered to him quickly, the runes spinning and twinning into hagalaz's call. The stone groaned and Soren stepped back, an impatient gesture with his free hand urging the others to have a care. He spun the runes tighter; around them the light flickered as he funnelled more and more to the task. Until a controlled boom marked the inwards explosion.

The light strengthened once more. Soren stooped to enter the newly formed hole.