Darkness. Darkness and pain, as if they have been plunged beneath the surface of some vast and terrible ocean not of water, but of lightless suffering.<br/><br/>Then, first, heads ache, ears ring. Breathing is labored, difficult. Next, with sudden, painful clarity, the choking smell of dust hits, accompanied by a cacophony of clattering rocks, moans of pain, grasping breaths, heaving, coughing. The darkness smothers, pitch black, and dirt seems to cling to everything within grasp, seemingly caking in filth those lost in the darkness.<br/><br/>Perhaps most alarming of all, however... the memory of how they found themselves here, of what happened last is foggy, slow, thick, indistinct, and trying to reach for it results in a fresh spike of pain drilling into the brain, throbbing with such vivid agony anyone would swear their skull was cracked.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tevreh Gnelm</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alone among these unfortunates does Tevreh Gnelm have eyes sharp enough to bear witness to more than darkness. From where she has fallen, she sees a glimpse of a cavernous space, seemingly too large for her range of vision to wholly reveal. The closest wall, however, is an enormous pile of rubble, a truly piteous sight. Here, the blank, lifeless face contorted in terror, half-buried beneath the treacherous rocks, there, yet more wrenching, no more than a hand is visible, small, delicate. A halfling or gnome, perhaps... or, gods forbid, a child.<br/><br/>As her eyes sweep the pitch black space, however, the half-orc discovers she is not alone. Two young women appear to have survived, as well. One, a human; the other, a halfling.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Despite general aches and pains, you all have full hit points.</div></div>