As the impulses slowly and tentatevly revealed them to you, you realize you are by your friends, and in some cases inside or through them. Large holes are in their bodies, arms and legs. In cases organs were outside, and your hand or pieces of it, could pass through someone else as if they were not there.
The ground was black, and looked liked polished obsedian, it seemed to be the only material you could not pass through. Pillars were staggered around, with strange and shocking carvings of beasts and men. They stretched up into the dark sky.
Bret cannot quite figure out how to trace the lines with his thumb, as the touch still felt black, not lines. You did the best you could, but nothing seems to happen.
OOC: Everyone take a sanity 1/1d6 check please. |