Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 3: Castle Suterrea)
08-30-2011, 06:01 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Sarika hung on to Karen as tightly as she could as the wind ruffled her short hair. She should have been thinking about Lillian. She should have been thinking about whether they would make it in time. Maybe even thinking about the ‘bad feeling’ Karen mentioned for the second time (was it the second time?). Mostly, she was thinking about how much her entire wing was throbbing right about now. It was somewhat hard to ignore.
The stairway curved infinitely downward. In front of her, stairs. Behind her, men clomping on stairs. She was being carried by a woman younger than her, a girl, even, who didn’t seem to tire at all and probably wouldn’t tire ever. And one somewhat vital appendage was throbbing and it was the only thing she could focus on.
She kind of missed being oblivious. When people had to worry about her and she didn’t have to worry at all. Maybe she could somehow get nicked by Reudic again. Then at least she would be somewhat happy at death, even if it was a delirious sort of happy.
…These were very unhealthy thoughts.
She kind of wanted her headdress back. Oh, and her staff too, that would be nice. But as they all continued barreling down the stairs, she had a heavy sort of feeling, the feeling that whatever happened next, it was the endgame (endround?) and they wouldn’t really be going up these steps again. It wasn’t really a premonition, per se, though she treated it as one. She morosely bid her lost items farewell.
The stairs ended at a heavy door that was quickly beaten down by Karen, though Sarika couldn’t tell how she did it because she blinked when she futuresaw it. Through the door was an admirably large amount of treasure, including one impressive-looking sword. There was also a lounging monster.
Lloyd and Marcus caught up, neither really out of breath. If they were the sort of men who would do things like gape at lounging monsters, they would have used their saved breath doing exactly that. Instead, they spent their precious time by noticing that there was a lounging monster with its back turned towards them.
There was a door on the other side of the room. It seemed very prudent to sneak around the beast and make a break for it, since there seemed to be a lack of Lillian here. A lack of Reudic too, though that was not necessarily a good thing.
Sarika quickly insisted on walking by herself again and the four of them snuck into the room.
And then the four of them jumped out when a bladed tail swung from above and smashed the floor in front of them.
“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIII--” rattled a voice that was presumably the monster’s. The booming voice then quieted down a bit when the monster coughed and said, “—I say! You are all certainly not authorized to come into this room, considering that these various trinkets and treasures do not belong to you. So what on earth do you think you’re doing, hmmmm? You thought you could just waltz on in here? Make trouble for both me and you?”
The monster, a large, serpentine thing, raised its head to glare down at them. Amazingly enough, just by talking, it managed to stun all four of them into silence.
“Now, you all seem to be at least somewhat civilized, so I expect you to just turn around right now and—“
The monster broke off abruptly, having been interrupted by the sounds of Lloyd’s uncontrollable laughter.
Sarika hung on to Karen as tightly as she could as the wind ruffled her short hair. She should have been thinking about Lillian. She should have been thinking about whether they would make it in time. Maybe even thinking about the ‘bad feeling’ Karen mentioned for the second time (was it the second time?). Mostly, she was thinking about how much her entire wing was throbbing right about now. It was somewhat hard to ignore.
The stairway curved infinitely downward. In front of her, stairs. Behind her, men clomping on stairs. She was being carried by a woman younger than her, a girl, even, who didn’t seem to tire at all and probably wouldn’t tire ever. And one somewhat vital appendage was throbbing and it was the only thing she could focus on.
She kind of missed being oblivious. When people had to worry about her and she didn’t have to worry at all. Maybe she could somehow get nicked by Reudic again. Then at least she would be somewhat happy at death, even if it was a delirious sort of happy.
…These were very unhealthy thoughts.
She kind of wanted her headdress back. Oh, and her staff too, that would be nice. But as they all continued barreling down the stairs, she had a heavy sort of feeling, the feeling that whatever happened next, it was the endgame (endround?) and they wouldn’t really be going up these steps again. It wasn’t really a premonition, per se, though she treated it as one. She morosely bid her lost items farewell.
The stairs ended at a heavy door that was quickly beaten down by Karen, though Sarika couldn’t tell how she did it because she blinked when she futuresaw it. Through the door was an admirably large amount of treasure, including one impressive-looking sword. There was also a lounging monster.
Lloyd and Marcus caught up, neither really out of breath. If they were the sort of men who would do things like gape at lounging monsters, they would have used their saved breath doing exactly that. Instead, they spent their precious time by noticing that there was a lounging monster with its back turned towards them.
There was a door on the other side of the room. It seemed very prudent to sneak around the beast and make a break for it, since there seemed to be a lack of Lillian here. A lack of Reudic too, though that was not necessarily a good thing.
Sarika quickly insisted on walking by herself again and the four of them snuck into the room.
And then the four of them jumped out when a bladed tail swung from above and smashed the floor in front of them.
“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIII--” rattled a voice that was presumably the monster’s. The booming voice then quieted down a bit when the monster coughed and said, “—I say! You are all certainly not authorized to come into this room, considering that these various trinkets and treasures do not belong to you. So what on earth do you think you’re doing, hmmmm? You thought you could just waltz on in here? Make trouble for both me and you?”
The monster, a large, serpentine thing, raised its head to glare down at them. Amazingly enough, just by talking, it managed to stun all four of them into silence.
“Now, you all seem to be at least somewhat civilized, so I expect you to just turn around right now and—“
The monster broke off abruptly, having been interrupted by the sounds of Lloyd’s uncontrollable laughter.