As Phylepsis's sword touches the wall it seems to slowly sink into the stone, a slight rippling of the material happening.  Slowly the sword is pushed in, followed by Phelypsis herself, passing through as though it was no more than mist.  Once through the wall, she can turn to see the rest of the party through a haze, the group and the kobolds moving slowly, their gestures looking long and almost staged.  Time, it seems, flows differently here.  There is a moment of stillness, a slight ringing in the air like the peel of a bell just before it silences.  Then Nuria begins to push through the barrier and Phelypsis feels a force upon her mind, like a gentle whisper that seems to be reaching past her.  With a brief force of will, Phelypsis takes the blow and the world goes dark.<br/><br/>Nuria, and presumably the rest of the party behind her, go through the wall and find themselves where Phelypsis was a moment before.  However, there is currently no sight of the barbarian woman.  The entire world seems painted with purples and blues, an odd ambient light filling the space without a clear source.  The ground upon which the party walks has a slight give to it, an odd blue moss underfoot giving off pleasantly intoxicating scent.  Here the rush of water is louder, coalescing into the splash of waves and the ocean.  Turning to the right upon entering this space there appears to be an ocean rising straight up into the sky.  At more or less a right angle from the floor there is just... sea, dark purple and dangerous, swirling with malice.  This ocean seems to flow straight up into the sky, as if someone folded a map.<br/><br/>Where the party currently stands appears to be an odd marsh with trees growing at odd angles.  Behind is the portal, to the right the sea, and to the left darkness.  Ahead there is, in the distance apparently though space is hard to track here, a stone fountain bubbling black water with several statues circling it.  Only three are able to be made out, the others worn down by time, a well built man with a spear, a kobold covering his face, and Phelypsis standing strong and proud. In the center of the fountain, just below the spray of black liquid, is a crystal with a difficult to make out shape within it. These features are difficult to make out from where the party stands, but may become more obvious as they draw nearer.  From this distance, the fountain looks very small, perhaps the small fountain the kobolds were referring to.  As the party draws closer, though, they find that the fountain retains it's size, remaining at knee level should they fully approach it.<br/><br/>As they draw closer, they see that the cut crystal in the center is not actually attached to the fountain and has a bit of give and wiggle around it.  It is perhaps six inches tall and could be held in a single hand.  It also holds Phelypsis.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The darkness hits Phelypsis in a blast that is nearly mindshattering.  Her body is ripped from it's position and she begins to fall, the only thing stopping her from hitting the ground being cool hard walls around her.  She shakes off her disorientation and gets a look around herself, a tiny glass-seeming room, just barely wide enough for her shoulders and breasts to fit.  The walls are cool, no, cold to the touch as she brushes them and have a slight translucence.  All around the outside of the enclosure, which she is finding seems shaped like a cut gem, black liquid flows.<br/><br/>Inside the gem, Phelypsis is able to quickly get an idea of her surroundings.  Near the top of the gem is a hole, one that would be far too small for her to fit through, she could maybe get a hand in.  The gem leaves little room to move, but she can reposition herself as needed and is able to reach every part of the gem.  In the bottom of the gem, sloshing around her ankles as she moves is a thick, viscous liquid.  As she begins to move, something inside moves as well, a slithering tentacle, smooth rather than puckered and covered with similar slime, begins to slide along her ankles and calves.  There's something magical afoot, the length of the tentacle is certainly longer than could fit in this tiny puddle.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers... One of your own has been captured!  What do you do?</strong>