Master Foo and Master Bhar lead the group to a secert passage out of the monastery and down the backside of the mountain. Scrambling for their lives the quartet fled into long abondoned tunnels and caves fighting past dangers and strange creatures. Exiting the tunnels by following an underground river they emerged into a secret vale. Climbing down centuries old stairs they discovered a hidden temple with blatant warnings of danger but went inside anyhow.
They soon found themselves fighting shadows, and nearlying loosing their lives as Chao's strength was sapped from him nearly totally. Exhausted they passed out in the darkness for what would eventually turn out to be several days. Exploring the rest of the complex they found ancient scrolls detailing the place as some prison. Pressing forward, because the way behind was sealed, they faced off against strange gray skilled creatures that they would find out are Shadar-Kai, the Shadow Fey. Prisoners escaped and gone mad by centuries of imprisonment and magical stasis only recently released by their actions.
One of these tattoed white haired 'men' was sane, and brokered a deal for escape, and since Wu Ming was lost in the fighting already, the trio agreed, with no real other option. A Shadow Stone was found, and Fanhg the Shadar-Kai provided and escape through the Realm of Shadows. We continue now as the group arrives at its new distination...
Fanhg gives the orders to the men that stand behind him, and one by one they grab hold of the man in front of them, holding tight. The Shadar-Kai places his hands on either side of the pitch black orb and closes his eyes. He lowers his head, his forehead touching the orb as the water around the group begins to swirl in the pools like some vortex of shadows. The room becomes pitch black, snuffing out the light of Lu Zhou's everburning torch. You are plunged into shadow, raw, tangible shadow.
There is a sudden rushing sound and feeling, as if the group was suddenly snaking its way through some tunnel filled with liquid shadow. The rushing flow of shadows sweeps over everyone tugging and pulling on each of you threatening to drag you off into the utter dark that engulfs you. Fangh stears his way through the shadows for what seems like hours. There is a a scream, a faint cry that rings out behind you, and the drag and pull on the group seems to lighten slightly.
An explosion errupts behind you and everyone is thrown to the floor in a jumbled tumbled mess of bodies and gear. Soaking wet, dripping with a black oily substance, each of you gasps for air like a man that has been held under water for too long. Your lung burn, and your body aches from the strain of what you have just gone through.
All is dark around you, but not the same utter black. Slowly a bobbing red light seems to draw closer as your vision returns and you get your bearing.
