Mariner looked down at Dolphus. “Are you amenable to help?” He offered his hand out for Dolphus to grab.
When Karl reached the center, the group began to chant. Ancient words, powerful words. As they spoke a hole opened underneath him. He hung suspended, not quite able to break the surface tension.
Beings seemed to stare at him through the hole in reality. They seemed formless, but definite at the same time. Every now and again, one would approach and try and bite him. They too were unable to make it through to him.
Suddenly the chanting reached a crescendo, and Karl found himself falling. Faster and faster, picking up speed. He fell right through the gaping maws and talons. They attempted pursuit, but it was futile. Karl was going so fast now he couldn’t keep track of his surroundings.
Just as abruptly as it started, it ended. Another tear in reality, and Karl hit the deck of a ship.
He was surrounded by ghosts. “Welcome to the Caelin’s Hand.” One says with a laugh.