The Everdrench

In preparation for what lay beyond the watery hole in the wall, Fox transformed himself into an aquatic elf.  The small stream flowing through the wall did not have much of a current however it appeared to drop straight down to an unknown depth.  After tying two long lengths of rope together and fastening one end to his waist and the other to the immovable rod, Fox dove in and plummeted over the side of the abyss. 
     The free-fall that he experienced was both terrifying and exhilarating.  His insides forced themselves up his throat until he splashed to the bottom.  By all accounts he was now floating in a large underground pond.  Using Phae's message spell he notifies the rest of the group to take caution and enter the chamber feet first. 
     Near the edge of the pond a trail led through tunnels of varying sizes.  At times they could walk three at a time side by side and at others they had to hunch single file to make it through.  Finally the corridor opened up to an expanse even larger than the dwarven ruins.  Victran stepped out front to lead the group.
     "The Everdrench." he paused to soak in what seemed like a homecoming event. 
     A dim light, almost like that of a quarter moon, radiated from all corners of the expanse.  A large lake lay in the middle.  There was no indication as to how much of the cavern the lake took up, at some points it looked as if it met with the walls and at others it appeared to fall off the edge of the earth. 
     "We are at the Eastern edge of the Shining Sea." Victran reminisced. 
     Rain fell in in slow motion, dripping from the ceiling in endless wonder.
     The path curved around the edges of the lake and and came to an end at small hut which guarded a mall pier creaking eerily over the water.  A black wrought iron lamp rested just above the door, it's light was much dimmer than that of the of the luminescence throughout the cave.  Victran stepped up and rapped on the brittle door.
     After a brief moment a lanky frog-like humanoid stood in the open doorway.  Victran exchanged a series of guttural croaks and a small amount of money.
     "He will take us across."  He relayed to the group.
     The frog-man walked them to the small pier and motioned for them to board a small dinghy.  He grabbed his oar, took a seat at the front of the boat and began rowing. 
     He navigated slowly but surely near the edges of the lake making sure not to enter the deep water.  Large shapes moved swiftly just under the surface.  Some were dark and others glowed faintly just below the surface.
     After reaching an even shabbier pier further down the lake bed Victran and the humanoid began to argue in croaks.  Money changed hands again and the group was allowed off the vessel.