Praying that the fire had not dried the room out too much Akasha begins quickly muttering some incoherent words. She stretches out her hands towards the floor directly beneath the Shadow Guard and smiles as she feels the smallest semblance of life... "I bet you'll never complain about mildew again" she yells at Blackbird McAllister as a wave of greenish energy pours from her fingers.
Starting at the feet of the Shadow Guard, a carpet of green quickly unfolds spreading in a mat of moss on the floor. The green wave of energy continues to emit from Akasha and given life to the mat. From different points across the mat large spores begin to form, and rise - many times larger than any simple fungus or mold either of them had ever seen.
Tossing it to Blackbird she whispers "If you die down here I'm taking that back" than grins as she knows the odds of both of them meeting their end is very real. But at least now they are prepared she thinks as she fills her hands with her two remaining daggers.
Blackbird readies both the silver dagger, and his standard dagger while approaching the Shadow Guard nearest him. He moves quickly while the Shadow Guard is still pinned to the floor in the grasping arms of the ever growing spores. Blackbird wonders if the mold is under Akasha's control, or simply her coercion. Silently he worries the same mold that captured the Shadow Guard might take hold of them.
The circular room is lined with well ordered shelves set into the walls. From floor to ceiling the shelves are loaded with still more books. A few tables and benches are in set to one side of the room.
A huge sticky mat of moss covers an expanse of the floor. From different points around the mat large mold spores have grown up like small trees.
A large fire is burning with intense heat, it's flames almost licking the ceiling. The base of the fire is made up of what you can only assume to be the other tables and benches that once helped balance out the furniture settings.
Two figures in cloaks darker than night are pinned to the floor by massive mold spores and a sticky moss mat.
WEST: The passage is blocked by a pile of books spilling in through the door.