<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Yulafractae.jpg)</div><br/>As Yula scaled the inside of the desolate tower, climbing down quickly to avoid the additional feelers that seemed to scramble after her in desperate hunger.  Whatever natural light remained was snuffed out for a few moments of terror. Luckily, the beast seemed to have exceeded the time it could stay on land, and the appendages retreated, only for an even more terrifying sound to fill the air: the crunching of wood. "<em>Merde.</em>" She hissed, pressing her body tight against the cold stone as a single plank from the boat found its way into the hole, nearly smacking the kitsune. "Well," She  sighed, frowning at the creature's actions, "Someone's a foul sport. Remind me to avoid you on the way back up." With the creature likely still angry, there was only way for the kitsune to go, and that was down, down into the pit. She scaled to the end of her rope and dropped safely onto the floor beneath, her shoes crunching against a miniscule shard of glass.<br/><br/>Taking calm, measured steps, the delver ran her hand gently along the walls, feeling the cold stone walls herself as she circled around. One side of the tower seemed to be encased in stone, but the other side contained a window of sorts, covered or sealed with some magical film of sorts. "Is this the fabled sorceress' magic? Is it still active after so long?" She questioned. Distracted as she was, she was brought back to reality after kicking over a cup, almost emptied of its contents. "It's recent...and these, these are footsteps, but of what?  They're not wide enough to be a monster...no, not even a human. Well, maybe I'll get more of a welcome than I thought after all." She muttered, peering out the magic-covered window to see what awaited her: a fortress of sorts, illuminated by violet light. As she descended the stairs, she noticed a torch radiating that same strange light.  She brought her pointer finger to her lips and with a single "Ssh", the blue flame was extinguished. In its place, she carried this new light, hoping it might help her blend in, if this fortress was her true destination.  One more sight awaited her before she truly descended further into the pit, and that was an intact stained glass picture of a beautiful woman staring intently at a skull. "The sorcerer of myth? Is that you, Malrefesh?" She asked, studying both the image itself, before she continued on. her free hand gripping her rapier in anticipation.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore: 8</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2016-05-04 16:44:13, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88261) </div></div>