Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-12-2010, 05:02 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike heard the laughter as he finished his small meal. As he brushed the crumbs from his mouth with the back of his arm, he knew he had to accept Itzal's challenge.
He strolled back through the corridors, still carrying the bucket of ink, even though he found it an annoying chore, in search of Itzal's chamber. As he chose corridors seemingly at random, he soon arrive back at the courtyard he had started. The main gate was as broken as ever, and the large building before him still loomed as high as he remembered.
He decided it would be a fairly large room inside. Large enough for say, a small fight and a lot of illusionistic material. It was the first thing that came close to fitting the bill, so Mike decided to check it out first.
Instead of just pushing the doors open or even checking to see if they were locked, Mike broke them down. Instantly, his mind was berrated with images of designs that should not be able to exist. He looked away, cursing whoever had made such a room. He half closed his eyes and scanned the room, a task that was easier said then done. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted tapestries and furniture piled together. Mike had hit the jackpot, he decided.
He slided into the room, unsure where he was, and unsure where he could go. He only knew that he was attempting to keep his back facing a wall. And that helped him. A little.
Mike heard the laughter as he finished his small meal. As he brushed the crumbs from his mouth with the back of his arm, he knew he had to accept Itzal's challenge.
He strolled back through the corridors, still carrying the bucket of ink, even though he found it an annoying chore, in search of Itzal's chamber. As he chose corridors seemingly at random, he soon arrive back at the courtyard he had started. The main gate was as broken as ever, and the large building before him still loomed as high as he remembered.
He decided it would be a fairly large room inside. Large enough for say, a small fight and a lot of illusionistic material. It was the first thing that came close to fitting the bill, so Mike decided to check it out first.
Instead of just pushing the doors open or even checking to see if they were locked, Mike broke them down. Instantly, his mind was berrated with images of designs that should not be able to exist. He looked away, cursing whoever had made such a room. He half closed his eyes and scanned the room, a task that was easier said then done. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted tapestries and furniture piled together. Mike had hit the jackpot, he decided.
He slided into the room, unsure where he was, and unsure where he could go. He only knew that he was attempting to keep his back facing a wall. And that helped him. A little.