<div style="background:linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(0,0,0,0) 590px, rgba(61,66,60,1)620px),url('https://i.postimg.cc/CKqdVJfw/quest.jpg') top no-repeat;margin:auto;border:1px solid #000;width:479px;padding:650px 10px 0px 10px;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;">
<div style="border:3px double #858D61;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;padding:30px 10px 10px 10px;border-bottom:0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #858D61, inset 0px 0px 5px #858D61;color:rgba(0,0,0,0.75);">They wander through the fog, just as expected, and he can almost taste them even from this distance. Innumerous black tongues emerge from just as many mouths to lick their chops. The sound of so much greedy slurping is enough to turn the strongest stomach. Luckily, he remains within the deepest chambers, where he cannot be heard, but his writhing tentacles reach all the way to the entrance. Coil after coil of his strange body lifts and then slams the ground once enough have arrived to sate his hunger. The ground beneath them collapses and the world goes black.
His slick tentacles retract back into the main chamber and curl around him. Slowly, little patches of fungi begin to glow a dim blue-white to mark the tunnel they have fallen into. The walls of the cave seem to throb and undulate like awful intestines despite being made of cold, wet stone. In the corners of their eyes, figures seem to pass and then vanish once the eye tries to focus on them. Whispers speak over one another both nearby and farther down the tunnel, but their words are impossible to decipher. Again, he opens his thousand jaws and he cries out, their loved one’s voice leaving his throat.
When they blink, their loved one stands before them – their child, lover, friend, or whatever else stirs their heart. The phantom’s brow is furrowed in brief confusion and then in hesitant relief. The Old One opens his jaws and speaks, and his voice is carried through the doppelgänger’s mouth.
“Fol̮̩͋͋ḷ͌ow ̢̂m̺̿̃͟e̤̔,̭͗ ͍͂w͇̟̽̒e̱̱̓͑ ͔͓̔͛d̩͎̊͗o̓͟n̲̏'̯͖́͝t ͍̿h̝̎ā̮v͕̓e͎̓ ̲͊mū̘̟̅ć͖̦̎h͇̓̚͟ ̲̎t̛̘im͎̐e̳͐!̮̀”
He gets their voices mostly right. Perhaps that strangeness to their words could be excused by the whatever magic warps these caves. But before there is a moment to consider this further, they hurry down the tunnel, as though there is no time to explain. The monster bites his tongues to keep from cackling.</div></div>
For this round, you have each fallen into your own personal tunnel of terrors. Describe your loved one and any strange new qualities they may possess. You may pass the same areas more than once and nothing seems to make sense here. Describe anything else you notice in the caves like the flexing walls or muffled whispers. Most importantly, follow your loved one until you reach some kind of impasse - a cave collapse, a tight squeeze, or a long jump. Whatever scares you the most! This round will end on Sunday, February 9th at 11:59pm CST.
<div style="border:3px double #858D61;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;padding:30px 10px 10px 10px;border-bottom:0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #858D61, inset 0px 0px 5px #858D61;color:rgba(0,0,0,0.75);">They wander through the fog, just as expected, and he can almost taste them even from this distance. Innumerous black tongues emerge from just as many mouths to lick their chops. The sound of so much greedy slurping is enough to turn the strongest stomach. Luckily, he remains within the deepest chambers, where he cannot be heard, but his writhing tentacles reach all the way to the entrance. Coil after coil of his strange body lifts and then slams the ground once enough have arrived to sate his hunger. The ground beneath them collapses and the world goes black.
His slick tentacles retract back into the main chamber and curl around him. Slowly, little patches of fungi begin to glow a dim blue-white to mark the tunnel they have fallen into. The walls of the cave seem to throb and undulate like awful intestines despite being made of cold, wet stone. In the corners of their eyes, figures seem to pass and then vanish once the eye tries to focus on them. Whispers speak over one another both nearby and farther down the tunnel, but their words are impossible to decipher. Again, he opens his thousand jaws and he cries out, their loved one’s voice leaving his throat.
When they blink, their loved one stands before them – their child, lover, friend, or whatever else stirs their heart. The phantom’s brow is furrowed in brief confusion and then in hesitant relief. The Old One opens his jaws and speaks, and his voice is carried through the doppelgänger’s mouth.
“Fol̮̩͋͋ḷ͌ow ̢̂m̺̿̃͟e̤̔,̭͗ ͍͂w͇̟̽̒e̱̱̓͑ ͔͓̔͛d̩͎̊͗o̓͟n̲̏'̯͖́͝t ͍̿h̝̎ā̮v͕̓e͎̓ ̲͊mū̘̟̅ć͖̦̎h͇̓̚͟ ̲̎t̛̘im͎̐e̳͐!̮̀”
He gets their voices mostly right. Perhaps that strangeness to their words could be excused by the whatever magic warps these caves. But before there is a moment to consider this further, they hurry down the tunnel, as though there is no time to explain. The monster bites his tongues to keep from cackling.</div></div>
For this round, you have each fallen into your own personal tunnel of terrors. Describe your loved one and any strange new qualities they may possess. You may pass the same areas more than once and nothing seems to make sense here. Describe anything else you notice in the caves like the flexing walls or muffled whispers. Most importantly, follow your loved one until you reach some kind of impasse - a cave collapse, a tight squeeze, or a long jump. Whatever scares you the most! This round will end on Sunday, February 9th at 11:59pm CST.