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Never had Gwyndolin Astris seen a sight so beautiful and maddening.

Just hours before, she and a squad of hired astrogeologist were traveling back to the Damascus S. Universe in search of a notorious planet that was its' own sun. As the Guardian looked about the jeweled stalactites and ancient cavernous castles, she tried to piece together how she wound up underground and alone.

She found no trace of her ship, and though she called out her comrades' names there was no answer. Her footfalls echoed off the monstrous walls and high celling. Every structure seemed to be carved from angry stone, moss and fungi choking their edges. There was no natural or artificial light in the vast area; and Astris' only saving grace from the eternal darkness was her Spellglint glasses. They had adjusted to the darkness automatically upon entering, allowing her to see more of the place than just shades and shapes. She speculated that the creatures of this civilization, wherever they were, may have used something similar, if not infrared vision entirely.

"What do you make of this, Salvatore?" she asked aloud, smoothing her hand along the slender hilt of her blade.

:It seems as though we were pulled into a different dimension entirely, my dear. We are very far from Damascus S.:

"Well... That makes even less sense."

:Does it?:

"Yes!" she snapped, suddenly annoyed. "I had a very set mission and my course was true. I have traveled to and from that universe for time and time again." her irritation was quelled by deep thought momentarily. "....This had to be intentional on some scale."

:Indeed, Gwyndolin. Why else would the other scientists and your vessel not be here as well?:

Her thoughts exactly. Gwyndolin continued to study, documenting information inside her electric blue frames and on the MGIS (Multi-Geographical Information System) along the way.

Deciding to at least take advantage of the fact she was in a new place, the exogeologist immediately became enveloped in her life's work.

"Sal, I need exact coordinates."

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"So, we are exactly 250 miles from the surface, and this stone establishment spans 150 feet both in length and width...."

The salt and pepper haired Guardian mumbled absent-mindedly, typing and tapping along a hovering blue keyboard. Digging her way out would probably ruin the architecture, and that was out of the question. This place would be documented; another lost, ancient, and prized civilization under Gwyndolin's belt.

The emptiness reminded her of Paleoth, but the advanced darkness made it more than uncomfortable. Nonetheless, she was eager to chart the uncharted in the name of Science.

She was just about to venture off and find the source of water when she felt as though something was off.

Her Spellglint glasses only reinforced this feeling as they picked up on a presence other than Salvatore's and her own. About 30 feet away, there stalked a humanoid creature that hovered over the ground, behind a gaudy slumping stalagmite.

The MGIS keyboard dispersed into blue four-dimensional cubes of data and disappeared into the blackness.

:I sense its' intent as malicious.:

Ah, but Salvatore, you are quick to jump the gun, she thought as she put one foot forward in the direction of the creature, bending her back knee slightly.

"You, there! Make your presence known!"

Despite her hesitation to immediately strike in this enclosed, wet, and dark space like an agitated viper, a hand raised to the hilt of her blade in a seemingly casual resting position.

Blunderbuss moves on via time out!