Whatever magic bound the hatch falls dark and silent as it's thrown open. The musty smell of a frequently flooded basement wafts up from the opening, filling the basement with the scent of cool damp earth and green growth.
The students are not greeted by dark, but a sickly gray lights, flickering faintly, weakly, as though their magic is almost spent. A set of old, crumbling stone stairs lead down into a long hall of poured cement. The walls, the floor, the ceiling are all cracked and broken. Moss covers almost every surface, even the heatless magic lights lining the walls.
Overhead, dead fluorescent lights hang at regular intervals, some of them broken and dangling by a single wire. Though the light of magic lamps does illuminate the hall, you cannot see its end.
This place is instantly recognizable to Audrey. She's been here before: that somewhere gray. Eddy may find he remembers this place to, as part of a memory that isn't his.
Re: ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
The students are not greeted by dark, but a sickly gray lights, flickering faintly, weakly, as though their magic is almost spent. A set of old, crumbling stone stairs lead down into a long hall of poured cement. The walls, the floor, the ceiling are all cracked and broken. Moss covers almost every surface, even the heatless magic lights lining the walls.
Overhead, dead fluorescent lights hang at regular intervals, some of them broken and dangling by a single wire. Though the light of magic lamps does illuminate the hall, you cannot see its end.
This place is instantly recognizable to Audrey. She's been here before: that somewhere gray. Eddy may find he remembers this place to, as part of a memory that isn't his.