With the explanation of "wailers" given, the important looking nuits left, Mistress Wanda hobbling back into the mists. The information was useful, but as useful as it was, it didn't much prepare Keene anymore than he already was. If the creatures were shapeshifters, identifying them was going to prove difficult, nearly as difficult as not knowing anything about them to begin with. Their ability to kill with their voices was also a big vague. Screaming? It would make sense given what Keene assumed to be a name given based on the creature's abilities. How exactly screaming could kill, Keene wasn't sure, but if they were able to identify the things before they attacked - something Keene supposed was much more difficult than it sounded -, perhaps he wouldn't have to find out. As the groups started off, Keene led the two other Pulsers towards the grave where he an Atziri had emerged from. While not a natural born leader, the trident wielding Palaren had given Keene the go ahead to take point. It was certainly true he had a bit more experience on the island, but Keene as Keene jumped down into the grave, he had a sinking feeling it wasn't nearly as much as he would have liked.
Dirt rained down as the tomb head was replaced, sprinkling Keene's hair with tired earth that he brushed away, eyes blind in the darkness. He heard the others shift around behind him, their breathing incredibly loud in the otherwise dead silence of the shadows. With time, Keene was able to make out vague shapes, walls, floors, a few obstructions in the form of larger boulders or deposits of earth. Farther down, there was a gentle glow similar to the algae that had grown and bloomed around the docks of Zeltiva. Checking behind him to make certain the other two where in a state ready to move, he nodded. The gesture was obscured by the darkness, but the sound of his boots padding against the ground was more than enough to alert them he was going on ahead. It was slow going in the near-dark, and Keene had his fair share of stumbles. The tunnels were warm, warmer than the world above, and he'd already begun to start sweating. He supposed that the perspiration might have proved useful had the enemies they were chasing employed combat tactics similar to a wrestler, but the wailers seemed to be a bit less tangible. Thus, the sweat simply ran down the back of his neck and dripped from his nose, a useless liquid in the humid heat of the tunnels.
The closer they got to the glow, the easier it was to traverse the uneven ground. Keene hadn't really thought about the issue of having no light in the lightless tunnels he had just been introduced to only chimes before. Once they had descended, however, he had found his lack of control over fire to be an issue. As they turned the corner to reveal the source of the lights, large, spindly, hairy shapes skittered into the darkness. Keene felt an involuntary shiver ripple through his body as the sound of the soft tapping and shuffling of a number of legs chittered in the distance. The light came from massive mushrooms, their caps by far some of the largest he'd ever seen. They gave off a peaceful, though alien, glow that Keene was glad for. With the fungus, they would be able to traverse the caves, caverns and tunnels without the fear of constant blindness. The spider webs that seemed to protect them hung heavy and ominous above. Keene wasn't quite sure what to do about them. He was well aware of how the natural spider worked when a creature was caught in its web. From the shifting shadows and clicking rustles, Keene didn't feel confident in just knocking the threads down like common cobwebs. He was fairly certain their would be unpleasant retribution.
With three minds, however, there would perhaps be a better solution than what he could find with just one. Moving to turn to face the other two, Keene found the left side of his body wasn't responded quite right. The small step he had taken to shift his direction had felt heavy. Far too heavy for what he was wearing, and even heavier still with each moment. He gave the other two a confused knit of the brow before his arm, and the rest of his body, was slammed into the ground. He let out a startled, "Oof!" His arm, or better yet, his vambrace, had glued itself to the ground beneath him. As he struggled against the invisible force, Keene shifted around, adjusting his legs so that they served as cushions beneath him. He pushed against the ground with his free hand, but the vambrace remained steady on the ground. It was not just the vambrace, as he was slow to realize, but the ring as well. It had been a bit of a tight fit before, but Keene had not wanted to lose it. Now, however, it was very solidly part of the rock beneath him, and both it and the vambrace were not moving any time soon.
In the midst of his struggles, Keene had managed to knock against one of the lower hanging webs, ripples bouncing and shivering their way through the structure and off into the distance. The disturbance, however, was not notice by the young initiate as he shook his head at his companions. The effort to pull his arm from the ground wasn't working, and while he could have removed the vambrace, the ring was tightly stuck to his finger. He didn't want to run the risk of tearing the digit off, and the vambrace gave him a better chance of avoiding that. "...I'm stuck." His voice was unamused, but there was little else but the tone of one making an observation. He turned his attention to the strange, glowing mushrooms, an appraising frown on his face. Both the vambrace and the ring were bathed in the greenish blue of the fungus' light. For whatever reason, it seemed the things were affecting his keys in some way, though to what extent or how, he had no idea. "The mushrooms?"