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| − | The posse edges into the tunnel, | + | The posse edges into the tunnel, lead by the striding Proxenus, Turtle under one arm, for once the epitome of the fearless Yelmalion warrior. Helios hoots his mirth.... |
| − | The lead three, Jarenst, | + | They pass the newtling bachelors , who line the walls, tridents held high in salute.Each mumours a prayer of luck and charms begin to activate one by one as protective songs are croaked. |
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| + | The way turns quickly from gold to grey , with warm mist hugging the men's ankles as they walk. Under lantern glare the wall's shadows take on the look of biting mouth and slashing claw, making several men recoil in fear before they realize that it is just a play of light | ||
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| + | Unseen bones crunch underfoot, causing the occassional stumble and wince of pain. | ||
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| + | Bones of what? | ||
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| + | The lead three; Proxenus, Jarenst and Palmir, suddenly find themselves at the tunnel's opening. Behind, the lanterns of Belkar and Orkal are held aloft, illuminating part of a large cavern, filled with warm, fetid air, with clouds of mist hiding both floor and ceiling. No hint of wind, but nevertheless the fell fog swirls in intricate patterns.....runes form and vanish, a face perhaps? a flash of ancient hide.... | ||
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| + | The noise of water comes from somewhere ahead, strange sounding and as the mist clears for a moment the men can see a slowly moving stream...an ice slurry, which rises above the stream's bank, moving slowly to the left, crackling and slooshing ominously. | ||
A newtling whimpers..armour creaks and the posse begin to sweat. | A newtling whimpers..armour creaks and the posse begin to sweat. | ||
| − | + | Was that a shadow moving in the mist? Hugging the ground, quick and snake like .... | |
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| + | The press of bodies begin to push the spirit fighters slowly into the misty cave, as all try and get a glimpse of what awaits..... | ||
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| + | ''Lets get this over with before i crap myself'' bleats Belkar, eliciting a nervous laugh from Orkal, Eurmal, Orkal. | ||
Revision as of 04:22, 7 March 2011
The posse edges into the tunnel, lead by the striding Proxenus, Turtle under one arm, for once the epitome of the fearless Yelmalion warrior. Helios hoots his mirth....
They pass the newtling bachelors , who line the walls, tridents held high in salute.Each mumours a prayer of luck and charms begin to activate one by one as protective songs are croaked.
The way turns quickly from gold to grey , with warm mist hugging the men's ankles as they walk. Under lantern glare the wall's shadows take on the look of biting mouth and slashing claw, making several men recoil in fear before they realize that it is just a play of light
Unseen bones crunch underfoot, causing the occassional stumble and wince of pain.
Bones of what?
The lead three; Proxenus, Jarenst and Palmir, suddenly find themselves at the tunnel's opening. Behind, the lanterns of Belkar and Orkal are held aloft, illuminating part of a large cavern, filled with warm, fetid air, with clouds of mist hiding both floor and ceiling. No hint of wind, but nevertheless the fell fog swirls in intricate patterns.....runes form and vanish, a face perhaps? a flash of ancient hide....
The noise of water comes from somewhere ahead, strange sounding and as the mist clears for a moment the men can see a slowly moving stream...an ice slurry, which rises above the stream's bank, moving slowly to the left, crackling and slooshing ominously.
A newtling whimpers..armour creaks and the posse begin to sweat.
Was that a shadow moving in the mist? Hugging the ground, quick and snake like ....
The press of bodies begin to push the spirit fighters slowly into the misty cave, as all try and get a glimpse of what awaits.....
Lets get this over with before i crap myself bleats Belkar, eliciting a nervous laugh from Orkal, Eurmal, Orkal.
