Melior was smart. Anticipating an unpleasant meeting between Meleana and this strange priestess, he hurried both along into the tunnel without much exposition.
The silent shadow, Lumori, slid into the tunnel as well.
No doubt a dimensional door, Melior smiled, as he eyed the fading cluster of light ahead in the corridor. He knew his magic and spell-craft.
Only moments ago Somnak and Thorgir had barreled through the shimmering curtain and were now obviously on the other side. Wherever that was...
They had emerged from the magical doorway, into another earthen tunnel, but this one angling upwards and eventually reaching outside.
A great pyramid of opaque milk-white stone (white jade) reached up into the sky, glowing warmly in the moonlight. The structure was topped by a capstone of lustrous purplish amethyst, some two hundred feet above.
Even in his blood-lust, Somnak had to pause to stare at the pyramid.
No natural structure this, Thorgir noted, wretched sorcery was involved.
Immediately outside the cave they had just emerged from, they could see the Seneschal almost at the base of the pyramid now, running on his bandy legs, his white robes swirling. He was about eighty feet away from the half-orc and barbarian. The Cyclops was waving down what looked like spearmen guards, who were patrolling the pyramid’s base, beneath the moonlight. He was shouting at them, then without pausing, ran straight ahead into a wall of the pyramid itself, once more vanishing from view!
Eight spearmen, still eighty feet away, peered into the darkness toward Somnak and Thorgir, not yet seeing them. They lit torches then, and with them and spears in each hand, the guards advanced on the half-orc and barbarian’s position, while two remained beside the pyramid they were guarding.