Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-22-2010, 06:14 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
The God of Death left, and Gormand sighed. It was difficult to tell the emotions of a man with no face, but he'd not fled outright, which was a good sign. Resuming his progress - slow as it was - he heard the echoes of conversation ahead. He didn't recognize the voice, distorted as it was by the echoes of the cave, but it didn't sound hostile, which was another good sign. Hopefully the new one would take to him as well as Ziirphael appeared to have.
Gormand was close enough to the surface by then to not only hear, but feel as well, the series of explosions that rocked the cavern above. Not that he knew he'd been in a cave, but there was a lot of rumbling, which could only mean something was collapsing. There was also a shout of alarm, not Ziiraphael - no mouth, and the already impossibly dark stairwell somehow grew darker. Gormand sighed yet again, this time in annoyance. There was little possibility he'd be able to exit the staircase at the top end, unless they had ten or so minutes to spare. A quick mental calculation told him they probably didn't. "Well," he muttered to himself, drawing his tentacles into his body, "at least the trip down will be faster."
Gormand closed his eye and pushed against the stair in front of him, treating whomever remained in the cave above him to the very strange noise of a two-meter meatball rolling down several flights of stairs.
The God of Death left, and Gormand sighed. It was difficult to tell the emotions of a man with no face, but he'd not fled outright, which was a good sign. Resuming his progress - slow as it was - he heard the echoes of conversation ahead. He didn't recognize the voice, distorted as it was by the echoes of the cave, but it didn't sound hostile, which was another good sign. Hopefully the new one would take to him as well as Ziirphael appeared to have.
Gormand was close enough to the surface by then to not only hear, but feel as well, the series of explosions that rocked the cavern above. Not that he knew he'd been in a cave, but there was a lot of rumbling, which could only mean something was collapsing. There was also a shout of alarm, not Ziiraphael - no mouth, and the already impossibly dark stairwell somehow grew darker. Gormand sighed yet again, this time in annoyance. There was little possibility he'd be able to exit the staircase at the top end, unless they had ten or so minutes to spare. A quick mental calculation told him they probably didn't. "Well," he muttered to himself, drawing his tentacles into his body, "at least the trip down will be faster."
Gormand closed his eye and pushed against the stair in front of him, treating whomever remained in the cave above him to the very strange noise of a two-meter meatball rolling down several flights of stairs.