Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-21-2010, 05:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Echoes. There were a lot of those coming from some direction or another, and they probably weren't coming from all the dead people. Though he couldn't be sure, what with a Necromancer running amok. Either way, Gormand would likely meet some-if-not-all of the other combatants shortly. He idly wondered if it was entirely necessary that the staircase be quite so long. It was a short time before he realized the echoes were getting louder, more regular.
And then there was light. Faint at first, but growing steadily stronger.
Light - Anomalous. Either staircase ends, or someone approaches. Echoes indicate the latter.
Gormand tensed. He had the element of surprise - the oncoming light made his opponent obvious, whereas his presence had likely been undetected but for a quiet, mushy scraping where he squeezed against the walls. Of course, his bulk was neigh impassable, and therefore neigh unmissable should his encounter come to blows. He needed space for a fight, and a staircase did not offer that space. As it was, he was not yet seeking a fight, though he considered the possibility should he find the rest of his present locale similarly unsuitable.
He cleared his throat, a completely unnecessary and somewhat curious procedure as evidenced by Gormand's total lack of throat. His deep, rumbling, entirely humanoid voice rang out. "You should turn back." The light and echoes, quite near by now, suddenly halted. "Don't misunderstand, I mean you no harm, but there's little room..." Gormand's progress likewise ended, for his path was blocked by a man with no face and a curious arm. "...As you can see."
Ziirphael, God of Death - Arm altered via unknown means. (Torch? File with 'shapeshifting'.)
Echoes. There were a lot of those coming from some direction or another, and they probably weren't coming from all the dead people. Though he couldn't be sure, what with a Necromancer running amok. Either way, Gormand would likely meet some-if-not-all of the other combatants shortly. He idly wondered if it was entirely necessary that the staircase be quite so long. It was a short time before he realized the echoes were getting louder, more regular.
And then there was light. Faint at first, but growing steadily stronger.
Light - Anomalous. Either staircase ends, or someone approaches. Echoes indicate the latter.
Gormand tensed. He had the element of surprise - the oncoming light made his opponent obvious, whereas his presence had likely been undetected but for a quiet, mushy scraping where he squeezed against the walls. Of course, his bulk was neigh impassable, and therefore neigh unmissable should his encounter come to blows. He needed space for a fight, and a staircase did not offer that space. As it was, he was not yet seeking a fight, though he considered the possibility should he find the rest of his present locale similarly unsuitable.
He cleared his throat, a completely unnecessary and somewhat curious procedure as evidenced by Gormand's total lack of throat. His deep, rumbling, entirely humanoid voice rang out. "You should turn back." The light and echoes, quite near by now, suddenly halted. "Don't misunderstand, I mean you no harm, but there's little room..." Gormand's progress likewise ended, for his path was blocked by a man with no face and a curious arm. "...As you can see."
Ziirphael, God of Death - Arm altered via unknown means. (Torch? File with 'shapeshifting'.)