Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-09-2010, 10:18 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
Glere sat silently for a few moments as the white eye faded. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to do much. He sat there motionless before finally recollecting the game pieces and tossing them into his cloak. With another swift swish with his cape, the table was once again taken back to the mysterious depths of its folds. He quickly picked up the stool, tossing it behind his back under the cloak, making a loud crash as though hitting something fragile.
"You would do well to guard yourself. Things are beginning to move around in here." He looked over his shoulder as a loud gunshot echoed through the caverns, followed by whispering. He smiled slightly then bowed his head. "If you can find me again, then I'll know you were serious about an alliance, just consider this the invitational."
With a quick jump and another flick of his wrist he grabbed onto a stalactite, then another next to it, before swinging back and forth and flipping back up through the hole in the ceiling. He reached into a fold, producing what looked like a red candle, then with the other hand a box of matches.
"Nothing personal my friend, I just like to cover my tracks!" he said cheerfully striking a match, then backing down the tunnel as he lit the wick. The fire emitted from it sprang to life, making it very obvious he had just in fact lit a stick of dynamite. He jammed it into a soft muddy wall, then sprinted the opposite direction, vanishing into the darkness. He smiled as he closed his eyes and covered the sides of his head, where his ears would be if he had any, as he rounded a bend.
These games are so very fun. he thought dashing along the corridor, sighing whimsically as a deafening explosion rocked the cavern.
Glere sat silently for a few moments as the white eye faded. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to do much. He sat there motionless before finally recollecting the game pieces and tossing them into his cloak. With another swift swish with his cape, the table was once again taken back to the mysterious depths of its folds. He quickly picked up the stool, tossing it behind his back under the cloak, making a loud crash as though hitting something fragile.
"You would do well to guard yourself. Things are beginning to move around in here." He looked over his shoulder as a loud gunshot echoed through the caverns, followed by whispering. He smiled slightly then bowed his head. "If you can find me again, then I'll know you were serious about an alliance, just consider this the invitational."
With a quick jump and another flick of his wrist he grabbed onto a stalactite, then another next to it, before swinging back and forth and flipping back up through the hole in the ceiling. He reached into a fold, producing what looked like a red candle, then with the other hand a box of matches.
"Nothing personal my friend, I just like to cover my tracks!" he said cheerfully striking a match, then backing down the tunnel as he lit the wick. The fire emitted from it sprang to life, making it very obvious he had just in fact lit a stick of dynamite. He jammed it into a soft muddy wall, then sprinted the opposite direction, vanishing into the darkness. He smiled as he closed his eyes and covered the sides of his head, where his ears would be if he had any, as he rounded a bend.
These games are so very fun. he thought dashing along the corridor, sighing whimsically as a deafening explosion rocked the cavern.
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