"Come back through, now," I requested. The Mythslayer tried, but was pushed back by an unseen force.
"I can't. It's trapped."
"Right then," I concluded, walking north through the runes. I felt a slight rushing feeling pushing me forwards. This was definately some manner of a one-way enterance, just like that on Unfooruman's lair. "It's safe enough. Regular one-way barrier," I called back to the party.
The seven of us continued down the tunnel for aways. The blue glow at the end gradually got larger and a layer of frost grew on the walls until we finally reached an open room at the end. The atmosphere here was much different; the walls were made from ice, and a dome-shaped ceiling stretched up at least 60 feet overhead. The occasional scratch in the walls made it look like something had been etched into them at one time, but had since frozen over, likely by magic. Three more doorways were evenly spaced throughout the room, though the one to the north was much more elaborate. The room's most outstanding feature, however, was the elaborate fountain in the middle. It stood about 20 feet high and ten feet wide, covered with a complex geometric pattern. Something was keeping the water in the fountain from freezing, probably a heating system. A glowing sphere attached to the top illuminated the room with an eerie blue light.
"The walls here.. they no longer taste of stone..." Fooruman observed as his canoe slid freely across the icy floor. "A great evil is present. Not just any manner of present, birthday present."
The old man's words were followed by a mysterious silence, only broken by the sound of water coming down the fountain. Usually I would enjoy this kind of silence, though right now more pressing issues were at hand. "Has anyone seen a save point?"
"A wh4t?" L33tz4n asked, a perplexed look on her face.
"How is that supposed to work?" The Mythslayer asked, poking the water in the fountain, searching for myths or something, "if people could just turn back the molten wheels of time whenever it was necessary, time would have no means by which to progress."
"Er, sorry." I scratched the back of my head nervously. "I've been listening to Uberbob too much."
"Don't worry, Shuri," Faw encouraged (without sarcasm, I hoped), "I'll let you know if I find one."
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