11th of Ilcuk; Monsoon Season
The doors swing open easily, the discolored veins in the metal distort and stretch out to where Speaks touches them, like an alchemists lightning in a globe.
A strange light, more akin to a glow, illuminates the area beyond the doors, a thin wooden platform hugs the wall, it's support beams dropping nearly 40' below into a massive cavern covered entirely in enormous mushrooms and strange fungi of all sorts.
The smell of saltwater, refuse, fungal spores and mold threatens to choke your airways and overwhelm your senses. The glow is coming from the vegetation below, the bio-luminescence of many hues is breathtaking.
The wooden platform wraps it's way to the south before widening and serving as the anchor point for a rope bridge that crosses the cavern and connects to what appears to be the continuation of the temple floor on the other side.
It is from here that the slow rhythmic thrum of chants can be heard and something else, a thin string of terror wends it way through the chant in the form of someone pleading, desperately, for...something. What that is can only be guessed at as it is quite suddenly cut off, leaving only the chanting.
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