The light of the torch was swept out by the rushing air, and then Bobbywan’s feet hit the invisible water. He had just enough time to take a breath before he plunged down into the stream, and the waves closed above him. The water was frigid and the cold was shocking. Fortunately, he had had experience with cold water, and he was only stunned for a moment. He gathered himself, and then kicked

upwards, through the blackness. towards the surface. A few strokes and he abruptly broke through the invisible surface into the invisible air, which flowed freezingly across his soaked skin. Above or below

the surface, there was no difference in the darkness. He heard Kitkat’s voice calling out, and struck out towards it. The current was somewhat strong, but Bobbywan was a good swimmer, and as able to

beat it. His hands felt moist, slimy rocks in the darkness ahead of him. He grabbed them and began trying to pull himself out of the water, but had trouble with slipping back. Kitkat’s hand brushed his arm,

and he grabbed it, and with Kitkat pulling backward, Bobbywan heaved himself out of the water and onto the shore of small pebbles, which he felt beneath him. Bobbywan sat down, catching his breath.

Then, Kitkat said, “’Elendil?’ Really? I would have thought you would have said ‘Forth Eorlingas!’.” Bobbywan stared in the direction of the sound. “Forsooth?” he said. “And, while it is embarrassing, I’m

having difficulty coming up with a witty response to that. It’s a strange sensation. Of course, now that I’ve said that, witty responses are springing to mind. What on earth would be the point of limiting

yourself to one battle cry when you can have all of them? there is no rule, we can use whatever battlecry we wish. “Of course we can.” Kitkat said. “I was merely inquiring. Well, here we are, on the shore

of an underground stream, in complete darkness, with no way to climb back up, no supplies, no of light that haven’t been fried by water.” “And no real idea of where we’re going or what we’re doing, with

the fate of dozens resting upon us. That’s a fair description, I think?” Bobbywan asked “Very fair.” Kitkat said. Well, then, Bobbywan said, staggering to his feet. “Brilliant.” He said tiredly. They fell silent for

a minute, listening to the sounds of water filling the stone passage around them, the echoes twirling and intertwining. Then, Bobbywan quietly said, but now with complete sincerity. ”Brilliant.” His voice

grew, growing strong, “Smashing! Wizard! Shiny!” He leapt to his feet and shouted, in such a tone that it resounded and echoed through the blackness “FRABJOUS!” His voice rolled away into silence. "Sorry

about that." he said after a moment. "There's no need to be sorry." Kitkat said,"It is wonderful, in a way. Well, it appears that sanity will no longer avail us. We have now but one choice.” “And what would

that be, pray?” Bobbywan asked. “We must be heroes. And crazy.” Kitkat said. “So I think as well.” Bobbywan said. “Excellent, Kitkat continued, standing up and feeling for the wall. “Now, we must go. We

don’t want to be cut off by the ruffians.” “Indeed” Bobbywan agreed, and stepping forward he felt for the moist cliffs. “Now, of course,” he said, as they found the rough wall and began moving along the

wall downstream, “The two chief questions before us are, 1. What exactly is down here and 2. What do we have to do to find it. Thoughts?” “Evidently some artifact of power,” Kitkat answered. “Though

there are vast possibilities as to what could be. Some mystical weapon, or magical armor, or anything, really. And I think there will probably be tests of some sort, as there always seem to be tests with

this sort of thing. We’ll have to wait to know exactly.” “I was thinking the same thing” Bobbywan said, moving carefully, along the shore, which was by no means even. “’Be pure of heart” most definitely

sounds like instructions for a series of tests. Do you suppose we should continue speaking, so as to not lose each other?” “I suppose so.” Kitkat said. “Well, in that case,” Bobbywan said. Have you ever

thought that life would be a lot more interesting if it had spontaneous musical numbers?” “Well, obviously” Kitkat said, “Most movies are pretty boring if you take the music out. I fail to see how adding

music to life could not make it more interesting.” They went on down the underground passage, their voices mingling with the flowing of the water and bouncing back to their ears off the walls.

There was once a Calvin and Hobbes about IRL sound effects.

I don't remember what HQ Bobby led in the old RP, so I can't comment on the battle cries.

Yes, I thought I'd use some actual conversations from the Chatroom, RP, or other places, to add a bit more flavor, and to help me get the characters voices right. 

Mostly, yes.

”And that,” Bobbywan was saying, “Is why they should actually translate it as ‘immerse’ and not just keep transliterating….” “Wait” Kitkat said from in front of him. “What, o invisible voice of doom?”
Bobbywan said. “The floor just changed from pebbles to being smoothly carved. He said, walking forward a few more steps, feeling the side of the passage. “Interesting” Bobbywan said, as he walked

forward himself and felt the invisible surface change from uneven pebbles to smooth, set stones. He knelt down and traced the their edges with his hands. “In that case there should be..” “A tunnel.” Kitkat

said. “The wall ends here in a hwen corner, and..yes, there’s another here. “It would appear we have found the main entrance.” “Splendid” Bobbywan said, “We’ve made good progress(I hope)”, standing up

and moving towards Kitkat’s voice, while inspecting the wall. In a few steps he found the corner, and turned to enter the tunnel, where he promptly ran into Kitkat, entering the tunnel from the other side.

“AH!” Bobbywan said, stumbling back. “Sorry.” He said after a short while. “I was startled. You go first,” “Accepted. Very well then.” Kitkat walked down the tunnel. Bobbywan reached up the sides, and just

as his reach ended it began curving up. He leaped upward, and touched his hand against the top of the tunnel. His landing echoed down the passageway. “The steps begin here.” Kitkat’s voice rolled back. “I

think we’re about 150 feet below the level of the central catacomb chamber. Once they break through it will take them only 10 minutes or so to get down here, at most. We should go on. “We should simply

listen for a moment.” Bobby said, walking towards Kitkat, “To see if they’ve found the door yet.” They fell silent, and then they heard, far away up the tunnel a distant, rhythmic sound. They both began

thinking of what might be happening in the castle above, and what would happen once the hidden door far above them lost its battle. “It would appear,” Bobbywan said, “they have decided to forego

whatever the actual way to open the door is, in favor of breaking it down.” “I had not expected them to find it so quickly.” Kitkat said. “Evidently they are more intelligent than I thought. We must hurry.”

“Yes.” Bobbywan said. They turned and nearly ran into one another again, just avoiding it this time. They hurried back to the main path and continued to follow the path, which was now far easier. While

before they had stumbled over inconvenient rocks and slogged through shifting pebbles, there descent was now over smoothly carved rock, now almost flat, now descending, taking them further and further

down, the stream always noisily flowing and tumbling beside them, they rounded a turn, and went at almost a right angle to before. They went forward warily, feeling the ground for steps, and listening for

the stream to grow louder with a sudden descent, and they were proved wise when they encountered the first flight. They went down gingerly, staying near the wall for support. They reached the bottom of

the stairs and moved on. Then, quite suddenly, the wall vanished. “Again?” Bobbywan said. “It’s not carved this time. Kitkat said. “It must be a natural tunnel, that runs into this passage. Fortunately the

path continues str-AHH!” “Kitkat! Are you okay?” Bobbywan said, hastening forward. “Yes.” Kitkat said. “The path just slopes upward here and I tripped, but caught myself.” “Upward?” Bobbywan said. He

moved forward, stepping sideways to Kitkat, and then his feet bumped into something. What? he thought, leaning forward. He felt a low wall at about waist height. “There’s a railing here,” he said. “Yes,

theres is one on the other side to, Kitkat said, using it to hall himself to his feet. They followed the railings up, as they curved up with the sloping path-and then down again. “A bridge, then.” Bobbywan

said. Clearly it was not just a tunnel, but another stream that ran into their passage. It was hard to tell over the flow of the main water, but there was certainly another stream of water beneath them.

“Indeed,” Kitkat said. The bridge was some 15 or se feet long, and then it ended and the path smoothed out again. Moving to his left, Bobbywan felt the wall resume its course. They continued on their way,

in silence now. The path went on and on, down more steps, and curving again. Sometimes other invisible tunnels opened up in the blackness, though there were no more bridges, but the road led them

truly, never breaking off. More sober thoughts had set it, and soon darker ones came, regarding their potential fates, and those of their comrades. Bobbywan, despite his best efforts, was on the verge of

being depressed, when he saw something strange.

In truth, it was the very seeing that was strange. He noticed swiftly, for any at all light was amazing in such utter darkness. It was the faintest lightening, in the distance. At first he thought it was

perhaps just the shifting lights one sees in when your eyes are closed, or in darkness. He blinked many times and focused on it, but unlike those shifting patterns, this light was steady, and increasing.

“Kitkat,” Bobbywan said, “Do you see light far ahead, or am I going insane, in the negative sense?” “I see it too. What do you suppose it could be?” Kitkat said “Luminescent rocks?” Bobbywan said. “I do

not believe they actually exist. Perhaps it’s some sort of natural reaction producing electricity.” Kitkat said. “I was thinking the same thing. And I don’t think radiation glows like that either, though it might

perhaps be many bio luminescent fish, since we’re being crazy.” Bobbywan said. “I suppose we’ll have to wait and see.” Kitkat said. They walked on and on in silence, their path still hugging the cliff, with

the stream rippling to their right, going down, always down. The passage was slowly curving to the left, and the incredibly distant light ahead grew slowly, but continuously, stronger. As they walked, holding

the cliff to give a reference point and avoid total disorientation, Bobbywan tried to reckon the time in his head, for any electronics they had had been fried in their fall into the stream. It had to have been at

least a couple of hours since they had escaped from the ruffians and run into the catacombs. Very much, frighteningly much, could have happened since. It was chilling to think of it. He still felt somewhat

depressed, but since seeing the glimmer of light ahead, he had felt his heart lifting, just a bit. The light was growing stronger, and the sound of the stream intensified ahead, and they heard the water

running down rapids. So they were not overly surprised when they made a sharp turn to the left, and many flights of steps suddenly leapt down in front of them, for a fair distance, and the water ran swiftly

down beside it, cascading down rapids and over falls. However, they were surprised that, for the first time, they could see their path ahead of them clearly, from the top of the steps. Far away, at the end of

the stairs they could clearly see another sharp turn, and the corner was sharply silhouetted against a brilliant green light glowing from around it. The glow showed the steps far ahead clearly, and shone and

glistened off the stream as it ran down its descent, sending brilliant glitters of light against the walls and ceiling. But the glow faded as it came up the steps, and was faint when it reached the top. They

looked at each other, and while they could not yet see one another, they could see the shifting of shadows. They started down the steps, at first still having to go carefully down the invisible stairs, but soon

they could see the steps in front of them, and could, even if ever so faintly, see each other. It was a strange emotion, to finally be able to see after being in the dark for so long. They looked rather bad,to

be honest. They had been soaked, and while now dry, their clothes were wrinkled, and their hair in disarray. Kitkat’s shirt was torn, and a piece of it was wrapped tightly around his left arm, recalling his

injury to Bobbywan’s mind. They were both oddly silent as they went down the steps, and finally came to the last corner before the light. The light was not painfully bright, but shone clearly across the

passage. They could now see the ceiling, some thirty feet above their heads, and smoothly carven path, and the stream, held back from the path by rocks and carven barriers. They rounded the last corner,

and came to a halt. Ahead of them the path sloped slowly down, as before, but now it was lit by the glow of countless shining green stones, in the ceiling, the walls, the stream bed, the very path itself.

They had translucent, crystalline structure, and were scattered throughout the grey stone around them, sometimes in large gems, sometimes thin, glowing lines. Those in the path had been carven smooth,

and those in the stream made the water appear like a flowing, shining emerald, sending it’s light rippling against the stone.

Don't worry. You still have to save the day. :tounge:  But enough time has to pass for Goatman's plan to go into action.