Darkest Depths The world is in shambles. Magic itself, the life force of the world, has gone unstable. In one day, a massive wave of corruption swept across the world, corrupting nearly everything magical in it's path. Creatures that were once majestic were now monsters, creatures that were already monsters, are now worse. The ground is littered with pools of glowing sludge, which corrupts anything that touches it. After ten long years, one of the few magical survivors of the cataclysm, a great wizard, received a vision that gave him hope. He saw far, far underground. He saw a gigantic beating heart that was the source of this disaster, and he saw that if it was stopped... then the chaos would end. He did everything he could from that day, to the day he died to gather the greatest army in the world, to travel deep underground, to find the source of the chaos, and stop it. And so they marched, to the very center of the most corrupted place there was. But they were not met without resistance. Wave after wave of terrifying creatures were in their way, and after a campaign that lasted a week, a week of nonstop fighting, a week of hell. They made it to the center... but at a cost, the army was in ruin. Here they stand, the survivors of the battle, before the colossal gates of the Labyrinth, a terrible realm of corrupted magic so powerful, that reality itself is twisted and torn apart within. It is here that they will start the greatest mission of their lives, do delve deep into the jaws of the Labyrinth, and destroy the heart of the cataclysm. As the smoke clears from the battle, the massive gates to the labyrinth open, shaking the earth as they do so. Within, a weathered staircase, overgrown with some sort of glowing blue root, leads downward. After some distance, there are no more of the roots, and it is pitch black afterwards. One of the commanders of the operation, a dwarf, leads his troops downward first, with surprising haste. After all, dwarves were no strangers to darkness. But barely fifty seconds before the last of the two hundred soldiers disappear, the earth shakes once more, and their torch light is gone. Without any word for a few hours, the remaining party, originally kept at the gate to watch for monsters, is sent in to see what happened to the others. As soon as the last one makes their way through the gate... it slams shut, leaving only the blue roots to illuminate their path. Down the stairway, the sound of light footsteps in a puddle can be heard. It was getting quieter, however. Not only that, but the hallway seems taller and narrower than when first looking down into it... The whole place smells like mud and stormy weather, and a breeze from who-knows-where is moving around. And upon careful inspection... it can be seen that the roots are moving. A distance away, more blue roots can be seen. There is something the in the darkness just beyond, as two ripples in a puddle of water would indicate. A faint breathing can be heard as well, echoing through the corridor. As one of the roots inches towards the figure, only one feature can be seen. Some sort of blue claw, and brown rags. But it steps back, once more disturbing the water it's standing in. It breathes more heavily, but slows down afterwords. Once more, the hall is silent, with the exception of the quiet brushing of the roots moving against cold, worn stone.