Case File 2017.10.03
Even with the need for urgency, the group had to proceed with caution through the water maze into the Darkening. Their goal was to reach Awhatopotamee...that seemed to be the direction towards the Fount. It wasn't just Liam that appeared to be conserned with the slower pace they were currently taking, Haplan didn't like it either...none of them really liked the idea of the kids caught up in this mess. According to Haplan the Conquistador could move like a marathon runner, with Freddie adding the side note of one that didn't sink in water. The only real caution without listing everything that could potentially kill them as Freddie states was to keep your eyes open and not touch anything. It must have been a bit past the half hour mark when something else caught their attention on individual levels. Ghosts...talking to them and hitting on pain deep in the core, twisting the knife ever so much more by using the voices of loved ones. Haplan called them Deadheads...and despite the advice to ignore them regardless-- it was easier said than done. Freddie was able to provide some relief from the ghostly voices as he produced some type of firework popper that scattered silvery dust into the air around them. Though as par for the course, after taking care of one issue...another occurred-- The Conquistador. It barreled through through the boat and tore it apart in its fevered run and sending them into the dark waters. Liam found himself being pulled under by something in that black, watery abyss until Haplan was able to swim abnormally fast to free him. Freddie directed the others to shore and as the group collected their soggy selves to take a breath...they were faced with eerie sets of golden eyes, one pair belonging to Coat Like Midnight.
