Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-15-2010, 05:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pinary.
Walt clambered out of the hole in the floor and stood for a moment, catching his breath. Well, what now?
We should get back to evaluating the others, Greg replied. We were on our way to investigate two of the other contestants, so we may as well continue doing so.
Do you happen to remember which way we came from?, Walt asked.
No. These tunnels were difficult to tell apart before, and they've changed radically. We're going to have to pick a direction at random unless, Eric, can you hear anything?
Eric took control for a moment, amplified the sounds around them, and listened. After a moment, he thought, Nothing. I guess we'll- Wait.
There were sounds of footsteps, quiet even when amplified to his ears, coming from somewhere nearby. They stopped, and there was a barely audible tch, followed a few moments later by a bitter hiss of "Politics."
Eric stood for a moment, then pointed down the tunnel. About five meters away was another tunnel branching off of this one, straight down. Walt muffled his footsteps and quickly walked over, kneeled down, and looked over the edge. He could see Spender standing there, looking at a small pile of smoking ash.
Eric shifted his hold slightly, and a few pebbles slipped and began tumbling down the shaft. Well, so much for stealth, he thought.
"Psst! Spender!", he whispered. "Up here!"
Spoiler
Walt clambered out of the hole in the floor and stood for a moment, catching his breath. Well, what now?
We should get back to evaluating the others, Greg replied. We were on our way to investigate two of the other contestants, so we may as well continue doing so.
Do you happen to remember which way we came from?, Walt asked.
No. These tunnels were difficult to tell apart before, and they've changed radically. We're going to have to pick a direction at random unless, Eric, can you hear anything?
Eric took control for a moment, amplified the sounds around them, and listened. After a moment, he thought, Nothing. I guess we'll- Wait.
There were sounds of footsteps, quiet even when amplified to his ears, coming from somewhere nearby. They stopped, and there was a barely audible tch, followed a few moments later by a bitter hiss of "Politics."
Eric stood for a moment, then pointed down the tunnel. About five meters away was another tunnel branching off of this one, straight down. Walt muffled his footsteps and quickly walked over, kneeled down, and looked over the edge. He could see Spender standing there, looking at a small pile of smoking ash.
Eric shifted his hold slightly, and a few pebbles slipped and began tumbling down the shaft. Well, so much for stealth, he thought.
"Psst! Spender!", he whispered. "Up here!"