Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-05-2010, 03:55 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
Crackle. Perclunk-click-pop. Rocks pelted the now floor, which had moments prior been the ceiling. The old rusted lever had taken some coercing, yet it was still a bit difficult to move about. Though, now, it was situated comfortably without having to climb stalactites-sorry, those were now stalagmites. The place was very confusing.
Good.
"Up is... down. Down is... up? Curious. So very curious," a bemused voice echoed through the dim, cool corridors. The wall oozed with cold mud. The tunnels at present had warmed slightly above freezing, turning much of the immediate cave sections into a treacherous labyrinth of jagged rocks, slippery turns, and muck.
His cape was pelted with droplets of water and mud, though none of them seemed to stain it, nay, they didn't even seem to touch it! Though, the same could not be said for his bowl shaped head. Murky water sloshed around in it, though it did little to affect his gaze on the rusted lever before him.
"Come now. We don't have to be enemies here. You tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine. SPEAK TO ME!!"
Still more silence. Silence was boring. Maddening. Craz-
"FINALLY! You say something!" Glere shouted, staring at the lever. He quickly reached into his cloak, shuffling around. Loud clangs and crashes could be heard, as though a great number of items, expensive and cheap, encumbering and light, were smashing into one another. He pulled out a small stool, taking a seat on it next to the lever.
"I see. So it's been that way for awhile then? I don't suppose I blame you, they seem to be scoffers of the worst kind." He suddenly looked over his shoulder, shooting a menacing glance at a stalagmite a mere 6 feet away. "We don't take kindly to your type. BEGONE!" he shouted again, becoming indignant when the stalagmite did little but stand there.
He faced the lever again, taking a deep breath.
"Don't worry. He won't scoff anymore." Glere patted the lever affectionately, placing the stool back in his cape with the other hand. Strangely, there was little shuffling this time, as he produced a rather lengthy, and rusted, rapier from the depths of his cloak's shadows.
"You shall not be missed." he said with a sad smile, then as soon as he had said the words, in a flash, he deftly slashed the stalagmite in two. The top portion flopped onto the ground, spinning on an as of yet frozen spot amidst the cave mud. He gave it a bow, then returned the rapier into the darkness of his cloak. He walked over to the jagged tip, now lying on its side. He bent over and whispered to it in an almost soothing voice.
"Our games together could have been so much more entertaining... if only you knew how to play."
Crackle. Perclunk-click-pop. Rocks pelted the now floor, which had moments prior been the ceiling. The old rusted lever had taken some coercing, yet it was still a bit difficult to move about. Though, now, it was situated comfortably without having to climb stalactites-sorry, those were now stalagmites. The place was very confusing.
Good.
"Up is... down. Down is... up? Curious. So very curious," a bemused voice echoed through the dim, cool corridors. The wall oozed with cold mud. The tunnels at present had warmed slightly above freezing, turning much of the immediate cave sections into a treacherous labyrinth of jagged rocks, slippery turns, and muck.
His cape was pelted with droplets of water and mud, though none of them seemed to stain it, nay, they didn't even seem to touch it! Though, the same could not be said for his bowl shaped head. Murky water sloshed around in it, though it did little to affect his gaze on the rusted lever before him.
"Come now. We don't have to be enemies here. You tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine. SPEAK TO ME!!"
Still more silence. Silence was boring. Maddening. Craz-
"FINALLY! You say something!" Glere shouted, staring at the lever. He quickly reached into his cloak, shuffling around. Loud clangs and crashes could be heard, as though a great number of items, expensive and cheap, encumbering and light, were smashing into one another. He pulled out a small stool, taking a seat on it next to the lever.
"I see. So it's been that way for awhile then? I don't suppose I blame you, they seem to be scoffers of the worst kind." He suddenly looked over his shoulder, shooting a menacing glance at a stalagmite a mere 6 feet away. "We don't take kindly to your type. BEGONE!" he shouted again, becoming indignant when the stalagmite did little but stand there.
He faced the lever again, taking a deep breath.
"Don't worry. He won't scoff anymore." Glere patted the lever affectionately, placing the stool back in his cape with the other hand. Strangely, there was little shuffling this time, as he produced a rather lengthy, and rusted, rapier from the depths of his cloak's shadows.
"You shall not be missed." he said with a sad smile, then as soon as he had said the words, in a flash, he deftly slashed the stalagmite in two. The top portion flopped onto the ground, spinning on an as of yet frozen spot amidst the cave mud. He gave it a bow, then returned the rapier into the darkness of his cloak. He walked over to the jagged tip, now lying on its side. He bent over and whispered to it in an almost soothing voice.
"Our games together could have been so much more entertaining... if only you knew how to play."