After many winding passages and sentry evasions, the tunnel widens into a great cavern. Glowing crystal formations on the walls and ceiling gently illuminate the space. We cautiously enter the cavern. Not cautiously enough.
"Welcome, intruders." A man hidden in a dark hooded robe rises from his throne in the center of the cavern, awaiting us. "The Order knows that nothing valuable is won without struggle. Let us show you how dearly we value this place."
Three bright, glowing orbs appear around the figure, each shining a different color. My hairs stand on end. The air begins to crackle with mana.
"Amplify Curse." My guide collapses to the ground. "Let this be your warning. Take your companion and leave now, and never return."
I begin dashing toward the magician. He doesn't know about my resistance. I may be able to quickly overwhelm him.
"Ray." The intense beam of light harmlessly illuminates me, robbing me of my night sight. The orbs reconfigure. "Ray." The ray reflects toward the caster, passing over his shoulder. "Blink." The caster vanishes.
"You're an interesting one! Carry my praise to the elders, they chose their assassin well. But don't underestimate the magic of the ancients!" I turn to face the voice, to see the orbs moving into their new position. "Tarpit."
I begin sinking into the stone. The floor around me loses its shape and becomes a pool of muck.