Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-05-2010, 02:31 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Hovering slightly above the frigid cavern's floor, Asteira pondered her current situartion. Keeping Girgid's lance at the ready, she cautiously proceeded in the labyrinth, at a steady, neutral pace.
"It seems the deities in Eios failed me again. This isn't nearly the Fortun I remember. Pray, why would anyone want me to kill, as I have taken enough lives as is. At least, I would end up in the evildoers reside yet again, were I not to die first. This could turn out to benefit me in the long run. Thrilling, indeed. Although I do get the feeling something is... lacking. Where did that batch of fighters head off to? Better get searching for the exit, or things might get ugly." She continued into the depth of the dungeon, not showing any sign of annoyance by the frost.
The rocks lived for a while.
"Yikes! So that's what they meant. How witty. How I long to be so very witty." Asteira reflected on why she was talking. No one was to hear her, and frankly, no one gave a damn. She planned to reposition her floating self to correspond with the current gravity, but then figured it was best not to. Motion sickness is the last thing she needed right now. From the corner of her eye, and from the relative ceiling, she spotted a certain special agent, strutting around as aimlessly as herself. Time to say hi.
"It seems the deities in Eios failed me again. This isn't nearly the Fortun I remember. Pray, why would anyone want me to kill, as I have taken enough lives as is. At least, I would end up in the evildoers reside yet again, were I not to die first. This could turn out to benefit me in the long run. Thrilling, indeed. Although I do get the feeling something is... lacking. Where did that batch of fighters head off to? Better get searching for the exit, or things might get ugly." She continued into the depth of the dungeon, not showing any sign of annoyance by the frost.
The rocks lived for a while.
"Yikes! So that's what they meant. How witty. How I long to be so very witty." Asteira reflected on why she was talking. No one was to hear her, and frankly, no one gave a damn. She planned to reposition her floating self to correspond with the current gravity, but then figured it was best not to. Motion sickness is the last thing she needed right now. From the corner of her eye, and from the relative ceiling, she spotted a certain special agent, strutting around as aimlessly as herself. Time to say hi.
quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur.