Labyrinth of Teeth and Flesh (Beginning of Act II)
We arrived at the drain curtesy of the Archangel, and proceeded to make our way into its holds. The grating on top was sealed, and left little lighting for travel. Theatre Mask used some sort of magic unknown to myself to light the way. His magic came from a solid tube, emanating light. I asked about its origin when revealed, but the only answer I received sounded like a wet gurgle. We had yet to encounter any of the drain people come our third rest, but I knew they were around, and that they knew we were here. I could tell by how Scabs moved around the place, cautious, and alert. It wasn’t until we reached the first stone tunnel’s exit when I realized how wrong we were to enter.
The tunnel emptied into a large cavern, made up of red, pulsing flesh. Parts of the flesh walls had cracked away, leaving foul smelling liquid oozing from the darkness beyond. Teeth hung from the ceiling, and jutted out of the tops of the walls. The ground was wet, and it was hard to maintain footing while standing. I gave up on using my legs and tried hovering in a mist over it. I was successful, however Theatre Mask opted in for a less practical option of sliding around on his belly, with Scabs commandeering him like a pilot. Whatever got them around easier. I chuckled at the sight of this. One of the walls spewed the foul liquid onto the ground next to me as we continued our journey through The Drain’s first labyrinth. All was calm. Too calm. Something was up. I saw a large white shape dart behind a hanging flesh sack, but when I checked, it was gone. The noises in the labyrinth were playing tricks. I would hear giggling, and hushed voices from time to time. Even by the first night’s end, Theatre Mask had become unsettled, and stood at the ready.
Nothing had happened and it all just felt…wrong.
My suspicion came to a close as the wall next to us erupted in a gooey liquid, and a loud roar emerged from the black space beyond.
