((I have a surprise for you, Karthus, later in. And trust me, it will make both meters work for you.))
Karthus' voice was then disrupted by a large, screeching noise, just before he was at the first letter of the second word of his sentence. Opal has swiftly vanished before she could be talked to again or touched. For every creature the group had slain, they would find themselves to be in a pool of dilemmas, making them see a creature they have slain in the peripherals of their vision. The screeching sound weakened, and soon they would hear voices echoing in the cave. It was the voice of a woman, likely in her earliest adulthood. It was distorted; each word seemed to have a different tone than the last, ranging from the tone of voices of several woman to simply just her pleading tone:
"No! What are you doing?" the voice asked, pleading in mercy. It was immediately followed by the sound of a sickle stabbing into... flesh? It was coming from where the cave seemed to darken and narrow. Despite its nearly-pitch blackness, the group would soon come across a half-empty lantern on the floor, just before the shadowy depths had faded from the faint light.
Even in all my years, I have never heard anything as disturbing as that. I shall be glad to exit this house of death and get back to mine. Karthus picks up the lantern. Maybe my book is in this room. Karthus looks around.
(( Hunger: Doesn't matter
Thirst: Doesn't matter
Fear: 6/10 Karthus is a little edgy, and a bit anxious. ))