In no time at all, he had arrived, and a long spiral vacuumed his cloak to the sky. The nearer; or closer that Erebus got to the portal, the more it seemed to lower before him, until it hovered only a measly two meters off the ground, close enough to throw oneself through. The sight of it seemed to defy this third dimension as Ere’s desire heightened. He was entranced by its promise, but the view alone beckoned one to throw caution to the wind. It has both a depth and a width, and then stretched inward as length of the sky itself now had a cave to walk through, such a strange a concept, cave inside of an aurora. This wasn’t Erebus’ first experience with the anomaly of the Void, so he did not take time to think that all over before he ran inside and jumped through the air, pulling back his knees so that he flipped in a loop through space and time into the realm of the void, allowing the magic to pull him like a string expanding into a ball of yarn, to pull his body through this rift was to transport one to a place outside of everything at once, and to what this cavern held inside, astonishing Akashi Records, an endless plateau of spacial matter and worlds to siphon off of. The colors around him as he spun were in presence shifting from pinks to purples, magentas only accentuated by the black wisps of what was pure darkness in this world— collapsing upon itself, yet even so— his attention was trained forward. He walked until he came upon a large tunnel, as it’s form bled through the walls, Erebus understood that past this point— he would probably have trouble finding his way back to the giant hole— his window into Earthland.
He could only hope to escape by getting to the treasure now— a loot hardly worth the risk; but in theory, the journey would be entertaining and a reward itself. The Don presses through the winding tunnel ahead, routes to take him deeper, and just before the first phase of this Void— he must track his way to the others— champions called by the void. Even if Erebus doesn’t like it, he assumed ahead of time he might not be the only one inside, hoping for a quick payday.
Nonetheless, he agitates his fate, the endless tunnel at some time started to curve, and the matter which was collapsing upon itself shifted atop and hid that world from before behind himself, the doubt of safety had long crossed Ere’s thoughts. Then again, he had been called to this mission and wouldn’t turn around without a success or failure anyways. His dreams and aspirations rested on the other side of this world’s power, and only then could he desire to go back. To expel his hunger, he was in a death-race for whatever fortunes awaited.
“You will show me some of your secrets Void.” His lips pursed, as he drew upon a hollow cavern— straight walls expanded to the infinite sky; markings upon the walls were ancient, expanding further up to the infinite— with paintings and artwork from a time forsaken to man etched into it.
Erebus wondered what civilization could keep working for an infinite amount of time on these walls— that seemed to raise for eternity… This world. Wherever it was, was beyond old. Perhaps billions of years older than Earthland. Erebus he paid this place it’s fair observation, his attention to clues this place could provide back to him on the lore of it all his priority— the walls ignited around him by fire-lit torches, which added to his viewing pleasures of the cathedral segue murals, divinely engineered canvas that gave life to this empty place, at the base-floor level of this dungeon.
The endlessly tall reaching walls, which allowed Erebus to see the endless expandings of artwork and paintings— soon diminished as he walked a great distance, and winded around the cavern yet further… He marched with a drum to his step, forward across this great empty prairie— empty void…
After hours— Erebus came before a new crossroads. Both a figurative one and a literal fork in the road, among these things he might see other figures at the end of this passage grow into figment, if they appeared forth to Erebus, they would draw him closer to their place or the end of the entry marker, at most— the start of his search through the Void’s tunnels.
Upon arriving to the crossroads, a group of frost giants would immerge and surround everyone. The frost giants roar with chaotic energy boosting the bass in their chest, the reaction seems to shake the area all around the characters, the giants advance. They hover a few meters over the ground, chilling the air. Erebus could feel the temperatures dropping the longer he remained nearby, soon— they lunged— one after the other, to catch and interrupt the players where needed, hoping to attack each player this turn.
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1-50: Attack is successful and the giants land damage on the player.
1xS DMG (Avoids Resistance, Armor Pierces)
50-100: Attack is a failure and player can respond by killing their assailant knight this turn by dealing 1xS damage or higher.