We tried a game last Saturday on Discord, with disastrous technical mic issues.  One of the players did something in-game , and it turned out he was the one that had the most difficulty hearing me, so he asked me to write down my oral narration and send it to him. I may have gone a little overboard, with some embellishment......

If you don't mind a long read, try to guess what is happening in this set piece. It is not really that hard:

Arturis was engulfed by darkness in the corridor. No light source could permeate it. He shivered, uncontrollably, the sense of evil everywhere palpable, clinging like a second skin. After a minute of fumbling, he could feel the smooth contours of the bag on the hard cold stone floor of the corridor. The bag felt alive, like the skin of whatever creature it was made from still covered some living thing. And in his head, the inarticulate screaming he had heard for the past nights was louder than ever. There were no words, but the emotions of anguish and terror needed no words.

The second and third voices he had dreamt were there as well. This was no dream though. The one voice, pounding in his head, clearly that of Auntie Sunshine, kept repeating, with unmistakable menace, "We have a deal, do not renege." Yet the other one, louder than the others, was no longer in his head. He knew it was close, ahead in the darkness. It was so insistent, so compelling, drowning out the others, "Oh so so close, it has been so long. Send the bag through...now, now."

Arturis' hand grasped the bag, momentarily squeezing shut the open top. He could feel the drawstrings dangling against his fist. It was as if he was powerless to stop his hand his arm. He did not know if it was his volition or some other force driving him as he swung his arm back, then underhanded heaved the bag through the darkness, towards the voice.

Suddenly all three voices stopped. In the sudden silence, Arturis could hear the soft plop as the bag landed on stone. Then, as if he had simply opened his eyes in the morning, the veil of darkness was lifted. He was still in the corridor, about 20 feet from where the corridor ended in what must be the vaulted chamber his compatriots had just run in terror from. Glancing back, he could see the faces of the rest of the party, illuminated by the various sources of magical light they had. Their looks of fear and mystification would be almost comical, if the past few hours had not been so unbelievable.

Then, starting as a whisper, Arturis barely heard the voice in terror again. But the sound was quickly rising. Drawn by the sound, he walked the last 20 feet of the corridor, and was now framed by it, on the edge of the chamber. The chamber was clearly large. How large, it was impossible to tell. While the peak of the ceiling, 25 feet in the air, could be seen from what looked like magical flames in sconces on the walls that were 50 feet apart, the back end of the chamber was impossible to be seen, as the light sources clearly did not extend all the way back. The bag had landed about 10 feet into the chamber, with the opening facing the ceiling, and open, no longer constrained by Arturis' hand.

He took all that in within a second, but was then transfixed by the scene before him, unable to look away. Hovering near the top of the ceiling, was a skull, clearly of some humanoid. In its eye sockets, an unearthly red light shone out, perhaps coloured by the ruby the size of a goose egg. A man could live out his days comfortably on the proceeds of selling one of those.

The skull then descended directly above Auntie Sunshine's bag, at eye level with Arturis, a scant 10 feet away from him. The skull turned its face down, staring at the bag. Then it glanced at Arturis, and he could hear, above the rising of crescendo of howls emanating from the bag, the skull say, "Ah, you were brave enough to enter. As a reward mortal, now witness something few ever survive to see.....or wish to." And with a malevolent laugh, it added, "May your nightmares not drive you mad."

Arturis, from his angle, could just see into the open bag. Though the bag had been turned inside out by the Dwarven Cleric only a few minutes ago, and nothing seen, it appeared there was indeed "something" in it now. A swirling white mist started to coalesce out of thin air in the bag, gathering in volume, and then rising out of the bag as it could not longer contain the volume. The mist swirled faster and faster, as the screams grew louder and louder. The mist began to change colour to grey, and then to black. Suddenly Arturis realized the swirling mist had taken on the shape of a humanoid, surrounding the skull. The eyes of the skull grew brighter, searing through the dark mist. With total certainty, and even equal amounts of mind-numbing dread, he knew he was looking at the soul of a human, a soul that was one of an evil being. It took no Cleric to understand this horrible fact.

Almost before Arturis could process this information, the grotesque scene changed. The screams of this terrorized soul reached a level of intensity that seemed destined to shatter his skull from the inside out. Then, the mist began to disappear into the eye sockets of the skull. Slowly at first, but with ever increasing rapidity. The red light from the eyes cut through the thinning mist like the hottest fire of the smelters at Smithy. As the mist thinned, the level of the screams dissipated, to a whisper, as if it was all trapped inside the skull. Without a sound, the skull turned its eyes towards the darkened end of the chamber.

There then shot a beam of what could only be described the blackest light imaginable from the skull, presumably from its eyes, that was swallowed up in the indeterminate darkness of the back of the chamber. There was a massive, final sound of horror and pain in Arturis' head, clearly from the tortured soul, then silence..total silence. His mind reeled, and he found himself on his knees, before the skull, which had turned to face him again.

"You are still with me Wizard? You are indeed made of strong stuff. But there is more for you to watch." Arturis looked up through the fog of his mind to stare at the skull. It seemed like it was grinning, though that was impossible without any skin or flesh. He could not look away from that visage. He lost track of time. It could have been mere seconds, or it could have been an eons. But then Arturis snapped out of his horrible reverie.

Silently, the room seemed to be moving. Or more accurately, dust from the dark recesses of the chamber started to move towards the skull. Much like the soul had coalesced and swirled around the skull, so did this dust, a huge volume of it. The wind created by this vortex knocked Arturis flat on his back. In what seemed like moments, the dust took shape, as a skeleton, attaching itself to the skull, then parchment-like skin stretched tight against the bones, and finally robes and a cloak that at what time would have been as fine as any royalty would have worn, but now looked decayed, and old, so very old. Suddenly, the vortex ended, and the transformation was complete.

Before Arturis was the stuff of nightmares. No, not even that. No one could even envision this creature in a nightmare. He knew he was prone, at the feet of a Lich, which was clearly grinning, and saying in a voice with a tone that could only be described by an insane poet, "At last. My endless wait is over. The curse has been broken, I am free of the shackles. And you Wizard, you shall know my gratitude."