Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-05-2010, 04:10 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Babel.
Emilio landed lightly, anticipating the fall, and quickly got to his feet. He felt the cold of the cavern envelop him, felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up. He felt the newfound freedom of his wrists, accustomed himself, oriented himself, became aware of what was going on. He closed his eyes, standing still, concentrating on what had come to pass. A monster – no, a blight - something has imprisoned him in a maze of ice.
Who will sing the songs of Nahaz– those that remain untold? Who will see what comes to pass, in the bitter, barren cold?
The terms? A contest – a fight to the death. Seven demons from different pockets of the material world stood between him and the comforts of a familiar plane.
Who will be there just to see the glory of the knight? Who will be there so to sing of darkness and of light?
He let the song of legends flow through him, pumping his blood, filling his lungs, extending to every end of him – enveloping his very soul. He drew his sword, admired it in the dark. Felt concussions in the ground, analyzed, and was soon running into the cold.
Who will call Emilio, when vengeance needs it's due? Who will see Emilio, before he can see you?
Seven agents of darkness. It was only when he peered through a fresh hole in a wall, when he saw the swiftly retreating form of a man with four voices, that he knew.
He had been through worse.
Emilio landed lightly, anticipating the fall, and quickly got to his feet. He felt the cold of the cavern envelop him, felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up. He felt the newfound freedom of his wrists, accustomed himself, oriented himself, became aware of what was going on. He closed his eyes, standing still, concentrating on what had come to pass. A monster – no, a blight - something has imprisoned him in a maze of ice.
Who will sing the songs of Nahaz– those that remain untold? Who will see what comes to pass, in the bitter, barren cold?
The terms? A contest – a fight to the death. Seven demons from different pockets of the material world stood between him and the comforts of a familiar plane.
Who will be there just to see the glory of the knight? Who will be there so to sing of darkness and of light?
He let the song of legends flow through him, pumping his blood, filling his lungs, extending to every end of him – enveloping his very soul. He drew his sword, admired it in the dark. Felt concussions in the ground, analyzed, and was soon running into the cold.
Who will call Emilio, when vengeance needs it's due? Who will see Emilio, before he can see you?
Seven agents of darkness. It was only when he peered through a fresh hole in a wall, when he saw the swiftly retreating form of a man with four voices, that he knew.
He had been through worse.
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