It had seemed, years ago, Lamya had begun this trip through the Underdark. Perhaps it had only been days, weeks, or months. It ‘twas hard to tell after awhile for it was always dark, dreary, and utterly silent far beneath the cities in the tunnels. Currently, she was resting against one of many hard, cold walls. Her eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness and a primal fear of going into the light had slowly crowded her mind. Insanity had always been a fear for Lamya. Now it seemed too late and too soon at the very same time. Darkness was her friend, but after so many days, it was all she had.

Throughout this whole adventure, for however long it had been happening, she had not seen a single other being. She was frequently greeted by large sewer rats and roaches of every kind, but never an animal taller than her waist. She had begun to forget what it was like to speak to another. For so long, she had been talking to the things which could not hear; the walls, the ground, even the darkness.

She had been warned; a person who did not know their way would easily become lost. But being the stubborn person she was, she had dismissed the warning with a toss of her hair. Now she regretted it. She always wondered what she would do if she ever came across her destination. Would she welcome it with open arms? Or shy away from it in fear? But the situation had not yet arisen and she feared it never would.

Selena moved through the darkness like she did through a completely lit up areas. She smiled as she follwed the old, dirty map she held in her hands. She had stolen it from a man that held watch at the entrance. Not many knew their way around these parts of Imythess. But she was surprised that he belonged to that particular group.

She cleared her throat as she reached a more filthy tunnel. It was so bad that it actually felt as though the air was made of dust. She coughed, waved her hands about, then putting them to her mouth to keep from breathing in to much dust.

Then suddenly she heard something. Something moving. Or rather...someone moving.

What could it be? Nothing and no one ever dares to come here. I had thought I'd be the only living creature to walk these parts of Darkness besides those awful rats. She held her breath, waiting for something to happen.
Should I speak? Or should I wait until I find out whether that other being is hostile or not. You never really know. Not at all around these parts of Imythess. In the cold...in the Dark...

Lamya jumped at the small, yet undeniable sound of a cough. Had her insanity gone as far as fabricating sounds? Her heart beat quickly as she thought of speaking, of seeing, another being. What would she look like to this being? Her clothes were ragged and tattered. Her body had gone unwashed, her hair was stuck to her face, and her nails were long and yellow. She was skinny from feeding off rats and of drinking muddy, filthy sewer water. It had not been the most pleasant voyage of her life. It could possibly be considered her worse.

She stood silent and still for a long time trying to make a decision. Should she hide from whoever or whatever was out there? Or would it be more beneficial to approach this creature and beg for a way out? Oh how she severely wanted to be rid of these memories of this putrid place. She chose to show herself and pray the being would not try to fight her. Lamya did not have the strength nor weaponry to fight. She had long since abandoned her weapons for they were much too heavy to carry ‘round.

Lamya moved out of the comfort of the shadows and towards the creature, praying silently that she was not mistaken. If Lamya had to place the cough, she would assume it was a woman for it was dainty and quickly muffled. She would do better with a woman as opposed to a man who would question her endlessly. Another woman might take pity upon her and help.

As she rounded a corner, she came face to face with another being. Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded and fell to her knees in a begging like position. She hated the way she had to act for she was a proud person. But she could no longer withstand more days of the horrid tunnels which she had begun to call the pathway to hell.

Seele was at home in these tunnels. The eternal darkness that light could never vanquish called to him like the surface of the world never could. His eyes were able to see through the dark effortlessly, the golden pupils actually giving off a faint glow as they saw through the dark. Wandering these tunnels was stupid if you didn;t know the way. However, Seele did know the way from an ancient tomb he had found. After committing the map inside the book to memory he had explored the Underdark for himself. And found something he hadn't expected.

In the darkest part of the tunnels, far below the surface of the earth, he had found a large chamber. Even his enchanted vision could not help him see though the darkness here. A symbol upon the earth in the middle of the chamber glowed a steady white, but the rest of the area remained in shadow. It had been one of the few remaining portals to the abyss. And the denziens there attacked.

Seele had been to the abyss before, but it made no difference. He knew that the world would not be the same if the demons locked within that chamber had escaped. So he battled them. After days of magical and physical fighting he had destroyed the portal and the demons that had come with it. But it had taken a cost. He had almost no magic left, and a nasty gash on his left arm that made it impossible to use. On his way back to the surface to receive treatment for the wound he had met anoher, although she hadn't seen him. It was a lady, dirty and dark from extended time in these tunnels. He had called a magical darkness around himself so she could not see him and had followed her for a few hours. But now she had found another in the tunnels. He let the enchanted cloak of shadows fall off anf watched the two, wondering how they would react to his appearance. Dark red blood dripped down from his left arm, making a soft dripping noise when it hit the ground. The entire sleeve on his left arm was gon, torn and burned at the shoulder. The wound trailed from the back of his shoulder down to the front of his forearm, the skin around it black and crusted with dry blood, although it continued to bleed. He showed no pain or discomfort at the wound.