Tuesday, October 22, 2013
100 Words a Day 418
As night fell, he called upon his Shadowsight. He slipped past the guards, who huddled near their fire, unable to see as he could. Leaving them in their oasis of light in the sea of darkness, he crept up to the gate. Whispering a mystic phrase, he breached the Threshold and entered the Shadowworld. It took his vision a moment to adjust to the bizarre perspective of that parallel reality. After he had oriented himself, he slid towards the shadowform of the gate, and passed through without issue, returning to the physical world on the other side before continuing on.