[color=a36209][h3]Osana[/h3][/color] [sup]Location: Underground Path - Dungeons - Waterway[/sup][hr]

	A mountain of rubble rose before Osana from the darkness. Holding her lantern higher, she squinted as the light struggled to fight off the darkness. Just barely, she could make out a large hole in the ceiling above herself. Looking back to the rubble, Osana took a moment to examine the pieces-- they were large and flat enough that she figured it was worth a shot using them to climb. With another glance behind herself, Osana raised her lantern again just to check and see if she had missed any doors or passages, though she knew that wasn't the case. The tunnel had proceeded without a single turnoff, door, or turn for nearly twenty minute's walk. Such a tunnel gave her the impression that it was made solely for some kind of escape route. Unfortunately for whoever had built it, there was a collapse. Upon checking the wall of rubble before her again, Osana felt confident in the fact that there was no way to move the heavy blocks of stone aside. With a sigh, she stepped up upon the first stone, then made her ascent.

	Though the climb was painful, her injured leg not doing her any favors, Osana scaled the wall of rubble with relative ease. She placed her lantern down on what was the floor of the upper corridor, then pulled herself up into the darkness. Here she took a moment to catch her breath, huddled close to her lantern, as the dark seemed to press too closely in this hall. What was it about the coolness and silence of this corridor that gave Osana a bad feeling? A cold claw scraped itself down the back of her neck as the darkness began whispering. 

	There were spirits about.

	Heavily she exhaled, picked up the lantern, then stood to take stock of her current position. Before her was another pile of rubble but this rubble surrounded a giant arrow of sorts? She squinted at the object curiously. Was this the weapon of a large being or some type of battle device-- what were they called? With a huff, Osana turned her attention away from the large arrow, and faced the opposite direction from it. By the dim light of the lantern, Osana took in a chilling sight, then began stiffly toward it.

	Rusted metal cage doors lined the hall. Behind each of the cage doors were rotted wood piles and scraps of cloth, torches which had long since been spent, assorted piles of hay-- her steps halted. Osana turned to face a cage with shackles and chains hanging from the walls, but that wasn't all that caused her to halt. Raising her lantern slightly, so that it could shine it's light further into the cell. The dried and taunt flesh of an animated corpse twisted sickly by the torchlight as it moved. Chains jingled lightly as the corpse began raising it's shaking fragile arm, skin warping beneath the weight of the chain, as it grasped and clawed at the air toward her.  Sound came flooding into her mind suddenly.

	Voices, screams, words, all mingled together over the noise of jingling chains and rushing water. Osana stumbled away from the cage then further down the hall. Torchlight illuminated more and more cages-- more filled with corpses in varying stages of animation or decay. When she passed a group of voices, another called out. When they became silent, there came another scream or cry-- the crack of a whip long gone-- clang of steel against steel and gold. Glittering and polished gold. Rusted metal cage bars began to take on a lighter tint as she walked down the hallway. Every step Osana took became more damp, deep, until she was up to her shins in water. Blackened walls accented by glittering gold contrasted against the dark waters. She could feel the pull of the water against her legs now and knew that it must have all been rushing toward something close by.