Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-5543592-20191023181525

A cool evening breeze washed over them. Above, the moon seemed to twist and turn in the sky, seemed to writhe. The river rose out of it’s banks, began to boil, but the vapor that rose off it was chilly.

The air seemed to tighten, contract like a muscle.

“Here we are.” Ficaphlon said, relieved. “The next rift should bring us back on track.”

Their vision began to flash again, and the wind began to scream.

Ficaphlon's hand stopped glowed. He snapped his head to look at it, flicked his wrist, as if trying to force the light to reappear  "Oh n-"

The world vanished and then they were plunged into an infinite penetrating darkness. They fell onto freezing, sharp rocks, their horses having vanished.

Nyasia landed in a tumble, unable to see her hands in front of her own face. "Ah!" She cried out, a lone voice in the dark.