*Atlas listens carefully to the scrabbling, and it seems like whatever it is is pacing the party through the walls. The grayfolk are moving pretty quickly through the mushrooms, almost going too fast for you to keep up. It looks like you're heading for that collection of large stalagmites over there, the ones almost like columns in a temple.*
*Dak, the ceiling seems to be lost in the blue radiance, but you could almost swear that it was moving slightly, like water ripping on a pond. It's almost like... breathing.*
*Phaern, the voices in Tonguesinger have been getting steadily louding as you go into the Twilight Chamber, rising in a chorus of flooding voices. You can even begin to make out some parts of words. Finally when they've gotten so loud that you're sure everyone can hear them, you hear one word very clearly.*
Beware! Then Tonguesinger falls into absolute silence.
*The grayfolk, well ahead of the party, are just passing the stalagmites and the party looks up to see them pass the first column... and vanishing. Here one moment, gone the next, with no outcry. At the same time the rat-scrabbling sound gets louder and louder, until you finally see its source. Out of the large stalagmites pour dozens, hundreds of rat-sized creatures out of the crevices in the rock. They're nothing but a pair of legs and a huge maw, no eyes, no nose, no ears, just wandering hunger. With a scream of a thousand voices, they charge.*
*Dak, the ceiling seems to be lost in the blue radiance, but you could almost swear that it was moving slightly, like water ripping on a pond. It's almost like... breathing.*
*Phaern, the voices in Tonguesinger have been getting steadily louding as you go into the Twilight Chamber, rising in a chorus of flooding voices. You can even begin to make out some parts of words. Finally when they've gotten so loud that you're sure everyone can hear them, you hear one word very clearly.*
Beware! Then Tonguesinger falls into absolute silence.
*The grayfolk, well ahead of the party, are just passing the stalagmites and the party looks up to see them pass the first column... and vanishing. Here one moment, gone the next, with no outcry. At the same time the rat-scrabbling sound gets louder and louder, until you finally see its source. Out of the large stalagmites pour dozens, hundreds of rat-sized creatures out of the crevices in the rock. They're nothing but a pair of legs and a huge maw, no eyes, no nose, no ears, just wandering hunger. With a scream of a thousand voices, they charge.*
ak casts dimished earth burst on a rock and will hurl it into the midst of the mouth-rats (nice one, rknop 
) when they come within 50 feet]
