RE: GB Disc 1: Untold Prophecy (Round 1 - Heatstroke)
07-29-2017, 02:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2017, 04:11 AM by Pharmacy.)
“GHHKKZZGH – BWUH?”
Anesidorius found herself on a top of the temple. The air was blistering hot but pleasant, but this is clearly not her designated lair. Ignoring the strangely armored construct (an artificer?) and the airship, she squirmed to the edge of the roof. Where was her hoard? She leapt off the temple and landed on the sand with boneless grace, dropping not even a single coin. Where was her damn caretaker?
Only now she realized the slack-jawed tourists. Ratfolk, it seems, with gaudy shirts and awful-looking shorts. Anesidorius used to love attention in her prime but that was eons ago. Now she was old and lumpy, an expired can of walking sardines. It was her birthday today, another year wasted in Castle Caverns. She hated that she remembered.
“TAKE A PICTURE,” she growled. “IT’LL KEEP LONGER.”
“Mommy!” A small rat pointed. “The statue talked!”
Anesidorius hissed, and slipped into the temple court. The foreign nature of this environment was very unsettling to her. She couldn’t really say she loved the last place she was in but she preferred familiar. She liked familiar. The former Arbiter made her way to the closed doors and started to pull at her edges with her draconic strength. If she was gonna trek through this strange lands, she was going to load up on some treasure first.
Anesidorius found herself on a top of the temple. The air was blistering hot but pleasant, but this is clearly not her designated lair. Ignoring the strangely armored construct (an artificer?) and the airship, she squirmed to the edge of the roof. Where was her hoard? She leapt off the temple and landed on the sand with boneless grace, dropping not even a single coin. Where was her damn caretaker?
Only now she realized the slack-jawed tourists. Ratfolk, it seems, with gaudy shirts and awful-looking shorts. Anesidorius used to love attention in her prime but that was eons ago. Now she was old and lumpy, an expired can of walking sardines. It was her birthday today, another year wasted in Castle Caverns. She hated that she remembered.
“TAKE A PICTURE,” she growled. “IT’LL KEEP LONGER.”
“Mommy!” A small rat pointed. “The statue talked!”
Anesidorius hissed, and slipped into the temple court. The foreign nature of this environment was very unsettling to her. She couldn’t really say she loved the last place she was in but she preferred familiar. She liked familiar. The former Arbiter made her way to the closed doors and started to pull at her edges with her draconic strength. If she was gonna trek through this strange lands, she was going to load up on some treasure first.