[IC] Chapter 2-5: You're whirling 'round...

[DM Surranó]

As the two warriors courageously move towards what must be the centre of the rings Lugar stops short, motioning Giant to a halt as well.
"There,"
he whispers, pointing to west-northwest. Apparently he can see something with his extreme darkvision that's beyond Giant's range of perception.
Straining her eyes, Shanna from the very back can spot a streak of deep reddish light but it's very weak and in a second it dissolves to nothingness.

"Come on, whoever there is, must know we are coming even if only us surface dwellers are illuminated." she offers and strolls forward to the edge of the range of the party's light source.

(assuming the party proceeds...)

Those moving forward with darkvision can see a figure standing next to a small heap of stones and pebbles, looking intently at the party's direction. It seems that the figure, just about the size and posture of an average human, wears some simple clothing, covered by a cloak, with the cape covering the head and a cloth mask covering the face. The cloak is fastened by some kind of brooch, hard to tell in colour-washed darkvision. A leader belt holds a scabbard on his hips, the thin bladed longsword belonging there is held in the right hand. There's an unusual cold glint around the eyes. Mineral? Metal? Hard to tell.

A moment later, the figure calls forth a strange intonation in a deep, gravelly voice. Those closest can't make heads or tails of the words but the end of the sentence sounds like:
"-- chikara to nare."

The figure raises his bandage-covered left hand towards the ceiling of nothingness, a sparkle of light growing slowly in his palm...

Private to Merri and Shanna--

Although the words don't resemble to any magic known by the wizards both of them recognise the effect: this is a variation of some evocation of light, but whether it's an ordinary Light cantrip or something else is hard to tell. Unfortunately, neither is close enough to tell whether the spell had a somatic or material component.