A purple haze of lust envelops your thoughts, its fogy tendrils nurse your imagination and conjure images of sexual fantasies and bring forth your deepest desires. Each darker, more depraved than those before and soaring towards a crescendo, even the thought itself allows a quiviring moan to escape your lips before a demon lock lips with yours, its tongue dancing with yours. You can feel its silky touch and rhytmic motions that grinds against your body, teasing you by leaving your most sensitive areas untouched and playing upon anticipation, see but don't touch.<em>Touch</em>, an overwhelming need, seeking to crush the last of your mental barriers and remove your inhibitions. So close to give in. So close to absolute pleasure under the demon's careful ministrations. Yet shards of your intact sanity painfully ache, pulsating through your mind and draws you steadily towards reality and the demon disolves into the mist. Only a shrill laugh echo between the cavern walls to remind you of its presence and touch.<br/><br/>A picturesque view of fireflies, dancing to their own soundless tune greets you with their white light, burning against your dust filled eyes. Air seems pregnant with water, droplets forms upon both your body and you can feel an uncomfortable wetness spread across you and your clothing. You lie sprawled across an uneven stone floor, within a circle formed by hand-crafted pillars that bears mystical runes and marks. Gnarled roots pierces the ceilling, that stands eigth feet in height and encapsulates the cavern in an artifically domed shape, a sign you're near the ground. Sheets of yellow moss covers the rough stone walls, crawling insects and cobwebs seem equally abundant. Streams of silvery sunlight comes from what you assume is the northen passage, though it seems faded and have lost much of its lusterous shine. Another passage opens towards the west, there the darkness starts to thicken before swalloing any remaining light and you can't see further.<br/><br/>As you get your bearings you notice an ancient door past the pillars, a shimmering layer of visible multi-colored abjuration magic protecting it from access, or perhaps escape. Few details, if they existed to begin with, remain and only five orb-like indentations is clearly visable before any further inspection can be done.<br/><br/>Your companions' dust-covered clothes are roughened and slightly torn by the jagged ground, though can easily be repaired by a semi-proficent seamstress. Both of them a link to a world you once shared and grew up in. Your only reminders of the world that sent you through the portal, are now besides you<br/><br/><em>Welcome to Mareth, champions....</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">....And a welcome to my Mareth also, players. This entire complex is one of those few that actually have a map and I'll provide the section you can see further down. You've also gained the first area you can travel to!<br/><br/><strong>Forest Biome-&gt;Portal Dungeon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPZXxlckBSs)</strong> (<em>A strong sense of beginning tied with equal amounts of anticipation and dread. Yet also an urge to explore and discover.</em>)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">Since there's no combat inside the portal dungeon, <strong>yet</strong>, I'll leave movement abstracted but it should give you an idea of how the room looks. You start inside the pillars (Black circles). Each square is 5x5ft.<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/XNII7Je.jpg?1)</div></div></div></div>