[sblock=Sindri/GM giggles] Ready for it? With an 8?! I don't think so! (ahem)
Sindri shakes off the stun of the impact, feeling a sharp pain in his head and a wet, warm trickle running down his brow. His spear is thankfully nearby, landing beside him instead of through him with the fall. As he takes it in his hand, however, there is a tickle across his hand as if tiny legs were crawling across his skin.
The area below is dark, so that the torchlight from above cannot be seen, nor the canopy of webs above you.
Lighting the spear with your spell... does little. The light is like that of a candle, and while white it can be dim at best. The shadows here, however, crowd around it, such that you cannot see past them more than a few feet. You cannot see up, either, and as your own light dazzles your pupils you wonder: could you have fallen so far?
The nearby walls are carved, you notice as your light illuminates whatever is close to you. Whatever formed them is far from human, and the shapes seem distorted, as if the artist who carved them was mad... or inhuman. A great shape, like a bloated man or frog, raises its arms above its head to hold up the ridges above it; its arms end in long-fingered hands, tapering into claw-like points. Its mouth is an explosion of what could be worms, that trail down its chest, over its round belly and pooling at its knees. Two milky white eyes, round white stones unlike the rest of its body, stare out and up. You can see little else above it, for the shadows, and to either side more such grotesque figures.
On the edge of your vision you see movement, obscured though it may have been. The shadows are thick here, like a fog that pushes up against your dim light spell. You can see past it that the impenetrable darkness shifts and scuttles around the edges, giving off shadows the way coals give off light.
In this well you've fallen into, you realize, the darkness crawls.
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