Room 148: Lower Into The Dirt
Natural Geode Walls (Caves walls with spinning spiral geodes, roof 80' and floor). Lightning
(Pitch black like captured kraken ink). Smell
(Deep,distant, fungal, floral and off. Something within this level throws the senses out of
alignment. Static and spring rain). Sounds
(The clap of lightning. The constant burrowing of small animals). Touch
(Warped and ridgid. Constantly flowing in places). Exits
(To the north is the central platform which houses the rope ladder back
up. Stairs move downwards to the north and south and east.
A massive blast has pushed down deep into the soil. Lantern light fails to pierce the blackened gloom of the tunnel. The gems and minerals all seemed to have been sucked dry of energy and colour.
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