Rooms

  Under veil of night, even the hint of light from beyond the tight-knit

canopy of the trees has no abyssal hope of entering the proximity of the

Moonspring that dominates the grove.  Smooth as a mirror's surface, only

eddying whorls of the raw umbra and motes of glowing mana that wink and

float along the banks offer anything resembling a light to see by.  The

presence of the Black Moon is oppressive, almost physically felt emanating

from the depths of the stygian water.   

  Under veil of night, even the hint of light from beyond the tight-knit

canopy of the trees has no abyssal hope of entering the proximity of the

Moonspring that dominates the grove.  Smooth as a mirror's surface, only

eddying whorls of the raw umbra and motes of glowing mana that wink and

float along the banks offer anything resembling a light to see by.  The

presence of the Black Moon is oppressive, almost physically felt emanating

from the depths of the stygian water.   

  The path terminates at the shores of a pool that stretches much farther

than the size of the grove should indicate, placid waters glowing with an

umbral majesty.  The air here feels oppressively heavy, and the motes of

dark mana fill the air, winking out of existence and reappearing elsewhere

like witch-lights.  Not even the sun may hold sway here, for the trees have

bent their canopy to deny its dominion, and yet the presence of the Black

Moon can be felt as a tangible presence, its ecliptic orb reflected on

slate-black waters.