The elf could see farther than the rest, her elf eyes could make could the tiniest detail amongst the darkness and rubble and yet she could not see the activation mechanism for the trap in front of them. She tried to draw out the animals around them, feeling out with her magic to entice the lesser minds of vermin to throw themselves towards the trap, she could feel spiders and rats start to make their way towards her, it would take a second or two for them to travel the distance in the meantime the bull was making it difficult for her to focus on her magic.<br/><br/><br/>In the other tunnel the party moved forward down their damp pathway, as they moved it became sticky, their shoes or feet requiring actual effort to pry them off the ground as they walked. Each step becoming more and more difficult. Then the ground dipped away, Unable to see, Golsha’s foot stepped onto from goo, and found herself falling, she was down to her knee on one leg in good, the others behind her now found the slimy flooring crawling up their legs, it’s sticky substance difficult but not impossible to tear away from their bodies, though it corrosively ate their fabrics and metals it didn’t eat their skin or flesh. On Golsha it didn’t find any fabric and like it was looking for something to eat it crawled up her faster than the others, attacking her more vigorously, nearly all the way up her thighs before she could even react.<br/><br/><br/>Back in the tunnel with the drawf and orc Ingey looked at the group and blinked a few times, keeping quiet while the argued and bickered. He looked at Dottie and gave a shrug it was clear the human didn’t want to get involved in his debate. He was glad when the two finally calmed down enough to start working on the trap problem.<br/><br/><br/>Now that the rats were starting to wonder towards them one of them moved through an area which had a magical, invisible trigger, which when it passed through three darts meant to hit creatures of varying sizes. Once they hit the stone a red liquid drizzled down from their points over the stone, leaving a steam rolling off of it. “Well that doesn’t look like fun.” Muttered Igney. “At least the path is clear now.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “I guess we should keep moving, good job Tygrane, clever use of those rodents.” He started to move forward and smiled humming a small tune as he walked, everyone in this tunnel completely unaware of what was unfolding in the other tunnel.<br/><br/><br/>The tunnel Igney was walking down along with the others was still rocky and uneven, making it hard for the one legged cleric to forge his way as he nearly fell twice every minute, cursing only once he decided it would be easier to put a hand on the wall and make his way down the path. With each step the tunnel grew hotter, steam sitting at their feet, a sweat smell like baking fresh bread lingered at the edges of their senses, what was with this tunnel it seems to be drawing them forward, dulling their senses. Was this magic?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>