Phase 7 Results:
Glancing into the murky waters, you say the name of a room. You look on as the pattern of the water dances and changes. Slowly but uncertainly it fades into darkness. But it's not completely dark. You can make out walls...but not much else.

There's certainly no floor either. Where the floor should have been is a vortex of darkness. It's spinning and whirling with dark blue and purple energy. Purple lightning flashes away from the surface ever so often. Finally the image begins to fade and the stillness of the water returns once more.

Phase 11:
You don't remember what happened. Did you...did you all go through the Western exit like you planned? That seemed like the right thing to do.

Everything in here is dark. You're dead...aren't you? It was bound to happen sooner or later but it wasn't meant to feel like this. At least it didn't hurt....you don't think. You can't really remember. You recall Balagor going on about doing something useful and the business with the skeleton and....

Balagor defintely went towards the door. And then he opened it and said the room was completely empty. And...had you followed him? You really can't remember.

What had killed you? Shouldn't you at least know?

Suddenly a light came on. Was this the final passage? It was illuminating a small, confined corridor. Along the walls were a number of mirrors. At least...they looked like mirrors. You peered into one but you couldn't see your own face. You saw the face of one of your group.

What...what was this?

"Are you comfortable? Sorry about the delay. I think it's about time we got started, don't you?"

You glance up but there's no sign of the source of the voice.

"It can be a bit disorienting at first. But things will get a lot worse before they get better. First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Willis. You decided to intrude upon my Labyrinth and I can assure you, I won't be leaving. Neither as it happens, will you."

So..maybe you aren't dead after all. You stand upright slowly and walk to another mirror. Another face in there...not yours. Your reflection is of somebody completely different. This is really unsettling.

"The task at hand is simple. One of your party will meet their unfortunate and final end whilst completing it though. How terribly tragic for you."

You turn around and see another mirror. This one has your reflection in it.

"These mirrors are portals. If you step through any of them, you will be taken to the person in the reflection. Nobody wants to be alone, especially in this place."

"There's a slight catch though. All of your party are also having to choose a mirror. Things will go very well for you provided just one person steps through the mirror that depicts you. But if they don't...I'm afraid that nothing can protect you. There's a very real chance you will die."

Death? Is there no other way?

"There is another way. Sometimes you cannot rely on others. But you can always trust yourself, can't you? One of the mirrors bears your own reflection. Step through the mirror and you will be protected. You will also be alone. You will come out into the room and you will choose an exit as ever, but you will do so entirely independently of your party. Will you all choose the same path? Maybe. If you choose this path, you will be saved from death. You will certainly not die...yet."

This was confusing. You glance along the corridor and see one final mirror at the end. It's nothing but inky blackness.

"The third and final option is the darkness. If you can't rely on your friends or yourself then rely on the unknown. Be brave and wait to see what lies beyond. Maybe it will be better for you, maybe it will be worse for you. It won't kill you the second you pass into it, and that is all I can promise. Think carefully now."

The voice disappeared and you were left alone with nothing but mirrors and a headache.

Choose one of the following mirrors to step into:
Angela
Brie
Eleanor
Emperor Fong
Ezra
Frederick
Kane
Mark
Origo
Parker
Sr. Culo
Stonehard Lee
Thomas
Urk
Walton
Wilt
?????

You look on as glass shatters into the room around you. What...what was that?

You look at the mirrors and realise that Genevieve's is gone. So is Balagor's.

You can no longer choose Genevieve or Balagor.

Another two mirrors shatter.

You can no longer choose Boone or Marek