The Necrohol of Nabudis definitely deserved the title. Even fromt he outside Mist was flooding out. Nadeline was reminded very much of the Feywood and Giruvegan, yet the Mist here was more...sinister. Empty. Like a void had been placed here. The entire group fell silent as they walked, and it was not because of being on the lookout for monsters. The entire place felt like something straight out of a ghost story, really. Their footsteps bounced off the walls, though Grant found the lack of monsters to be disturbing. The silence was starting to drive him crazy. The Mist and darkness also made it more difficult to see. Shadows danced around them, and the feeling of being watched would start to overtake all six of them.

The sound of the wind would call everyone's attention, though each person would hear it from a different direction, and the group came to a halt. Nadeline was pretty much on her toes, looking this way and that. She did NOT like this place, it felt like a ghost town. As she turned, bow at the ready, she saw what looked like a pool of shadows appear beneath Grant and Wesley. "[b]The floor![/b]" The princess called out, but at that point, what looked like several arms wrapped themselves around the boys' legs, dragging them into the shadows. Could it be Meli? If that was the case, she had a simple solution. "[b]Holy--AH![/B]" She screamed as her casting was cut off by one of the arms grabbing her wrist, pulling her up and off her feet. She dangled in the air helplessly, trying to break free, though more arms would appear and do the same to Savayna.

Emiri fired an arrow into the darkness, only to have it absorbed. As Nadeline struggled, Grant tried to break free, though he spotted something behind Emiri and Jaakuna. "[b]The walls![/b]" He yelled out before he got dragged under. The arms would grab the last pair, and Emiri felt like a dozen people were trying to drag her in. Nadeline let out a scream as she was pulled into the darkness in the ceiling, and Emiri felt herself sinking into the wall as well. The last thing she saw was Jaakuna before she too fell into darkness.

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"[b]Oh, I know who you are.[/b]" Mtra grinned, stopping in front of him. It looked like she had struck a chord, though she did not want to insult him any further. As he mentioned Utena, her grin faded faster than a girl finally realizing she had been stood up on a date. She clucked her tongue and crossed her arms, as if contemplating something. After a moment, her smile returned and she let out a small giggle. "[b]Fallen petals have a use after all, Wolf.[/b]" She told him rather cryptically. "[b]This garden is one filled with different flowers, and like the rose, they each have their thorns. They have eyes and ears everywhere...just by asking about them you've gotten their attention.[/b]" She said, uncrossing her arms. "[b]If he IS your son, why not ask him yourself? Though I suppose if you could you wouldn't be talking to lil' ol' me, would you?[/b]"

She flipped her hair once more, raising an eyebrow. "[b]What exactly do you need to know?[/b]"