Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

In the Sewers

((This chapter is an origin story.))

The darkness around them was absolute as they strode closer to the sickening city, the moon entirely black and lightless somewhere above them beyond the worsening fog.

The group stuck close together, the only lights being that of the eyelights of several of their number. There was a slightly paler fog surrounding them thanks to the currently formless Endogeny that had preferred to come with- mostly because they liked Eragon.

Their only guide was a vague shadow with faint werelights for eyes, too dim for even those at the back to see without squinting.
Gaster was behind them all, purple eyelights burning brighter than usual not just because of the darkness, but from anxiety.

He'd protested against the decision to send Eragon with them, namely because it gave him a horrid feeling that it seemed every single monster present shared. It was made worse when the literal deity of Wisdom pointed out that it was not a good idea with the boy's history involving the city and the nearby mountain.

But of course, the logic of no-one in the Empire being allowed to kill the boy made him a veritable shield. He'd asked to go. The boy was a right fool to do that, so he'd immediately offered himself up next.
Who better to be a shield than a shapeshifting mass of Voidness? Whatever he was now, he was unkillable.

Limbo pasted himself onto the wall then, darting across it towards a hole on the ground, a well-worn path leading in and out for several feet. The circles of his face intensified their glow enough for him to stand out from the darkness.
"You should be extremely careful from here on. I don't know all the paths, only that several interconnect and lead into the church. Strange mortals dwell down here."

"We shouldn't risk it, then." Gaster concluded, turning around.
"What choice do we have?" Eragon asked him.
"Oh we have choices." Angela pointed out wittily. "None of them good, but they're still out there."
"Of course, you're right. We should let the boy go back to his dragon and stay safe!" The scientist agreed.

The elves and Rider regarded him.
He shrugged. "It's not off the table yet, now is it?"
The herbalist chuckled. "For them, it is. I, however, am itching to annoy some somebodies. Let us be off!" She cast a red werelight and made for the entrance, only to pause when a white dog strutted out, panting.

"You.. little rascal." Gaster grinned, petting the canine. "You ought to stop wandering to places you shouldn't be." Everyone else was staring warily at the small dog as it accepted the pets and then approached Eragon, hopping up to lean on his leg.
"Beware what lies ahead, youngling." A voice spoke from the panting dog, startling the scientist and unsettling the others.

"Perversion scuttles in the shadows here. It must be cleansed in fire when this war is said and done."
Eerie warning given, he hopped off, brushed himself against Gaster, then floated upwards and vanished above them.

"What manner of creature is that?" Wyrden cautiously asked.
"Toby Fox. There's no comprehending that one." Limbo shook his skull, but it looked as though only his bulging eyelights shifted in place.
"I was not aware he could talk this entire time?!" Gaster whispered in disbelief.

"Do you even know what he does around the Multiverse?" Limbo asked.
"Clearly I don't. You'll have to fill me in later; for now I'll pretend that didn't happen." He waved it off, still glancing up.

"Very well, if that's the last of our interruptions, then let us get on with it." The witch ducked into the low tunnel, the others following shortly afterward.
It was very low, about five feet tall, and unfortunately just about everyone was considerably taller than that.