Dawn
*Mirihil could tell her vision is different, bright colors fill her eyes. Clearly a dream like state, the sounds of clashing and yelling apparent. The sounds of spells and swords, the two priest speech becomes audible*

"Then we have no choice. The Miasma must be released." Said with a grim look on priest Verens face. Thorek speaking up, "The Miasma? But, brother.."

*Being cut off, Veren spoke up once more*

"We have no alternative. It's the will of Vaermina. And what about you, Brother Casimir? Are you prepared to serve the will of Vaermina?"

*Turning to look at Mirihil, but addressing her as Casimir.*
Susan
As the devotees focused on her, Mirihil spoke with a voice that was not her own. "I've made my peace. I'm ready." 

Their words after that were a blur. She soon took off, sprinting through a battle-torn temple strewn with blood and ash. Smoke clawed at her lungs as the place burned, but she pressed on. Before long, she found herself on the other end of the ward that had blocked their path, pulling a chain and listening as the Miasma hissed through the air.

She blinked and found herself back in her own body, lurching over a bit with a groan. She shut her eyes and shook her head, composing herself as she took the soul gem out of its receptacle. 

She massaged her eyes with one hand as she leaned back against the wall. "By the Nine, that was... Disorienting..." She said through a strained voice.
Brady
"Glad I didn't have to experience that." He says, "Let's hurry up," He moves forward, sort of speed-walking past them through the corridor, "I pray that artifact is close."