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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2414561" data-attributes="member: 16166">The old ladder holds Taran's and Ghost's weight with only a little strain, and Twichy begins his climb down the wall beside them. The well's walls are old, broken masonry and fittings dangle loosely into the shaft, and much of it is covered in a common wet moss.  The climb is a long one, taking nearly ten full minutes to reach the bottom.The ladder's base ends in an ancient tunnel within which a stream of filthy dark water drifts lazily along, filled with the limbs, organs and bodily fluids of an army of elderly men and women.  With little effort it can been easily noticed thatn each of the severed heads that float past Ghost and Taran sport a perfect set of teeth within their mouth.Following the path previously taken, Taran and Ghost slowly follow the river of dismembered body parts upstream. The light at the tip of Taran's spear seems to struggle against the darkness for a moment, shadows conspiring to snuff the magical light and plunging the group into a darkness.  Ghost's lantern is not so lucky, flickering for a moment before going out.The tunnel bends ahead to the left and Taran's light creeps around the corner slowly as they approach, revealing a small junction room where the river of filth seems to be welling up from the floor like a slow perverse fountain.</blockquote>