Re: Epic Clash Round 4 - The Unholy Fortress
07-16-2010, 04:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
Glere yawned as his limbs unfroze. He had dozed during the whole speech by that Overleader, Oven...hearder, whatever he called himself. He didn't really care. All he knew was that now he was stuck in some dingy dungeon, or something. He got up, trying to move the door. Unseen forces bound it closed, and he kept feeling an itching sensation in the back of his mind to search deeper down. He shrugged, flipping his cape over himself, instantly switching back to his shirt, vest, and dress slacks. The kevlar was a bit much anyways. He felt his front pocket, thinking for a moment, before pulling out the spellcoin from before.
"...you could prove useful to me." he slid it back into his pocket, saving it more for a more opportune moment. He started pacing down the corridor,the light from under the door fading quickly, giving way to flickering torch lights, which were mounted to the wall. Glere pulled out a crowbar, prying one of the restraints off, securing his torchy prize. He started mumbling again.
"Great, in a haunted castle and that ghoul's still on the loose." He gritted his teeth, the lights flickering on his fishbowl. He held a hand to his head, a bit flustered. He hadn't been forced to think so organized for so long, all this order, this structure, it was... maddening. How did someone defeat that which is already dead? He hated to admit it, but he would still need help on this matter.
He continued down the tunnel, hearing faint whispers now and again, ignoring them for the most part. He always heard something. Voices, laughter, music, fire crackers, a violin played by a trout. It was all white noise to him, this castle and its creeping shadows were no different.
Glere yawned as his limbs unfroze. He had dozed during the whole speech by that Overleader, Oven...hearder, whatever he called himself. He didn't really care. All he knew was that now he was stuck in some dingy dungeon, or something. He got up, trying to move the door. Unseen forces bound it closed, and he kept feeling an itching sensation in the back of his mind to search deeper down. He shrugged, flipping his cape over himself, instantly switching back to his shirt, vest, and dress slacks. The kevlar was a bit much anyways. He felt his front pocket, thinking for a moment, before pulling out the spellcoin from before.
"...you could prove useful to me." he slid it back into his pocket, saving it more for a more opportune moment. He started pacing down the corridor,the light from under the door fading quickly, giving way to flickering torch lights, which were mounted to the wall. Glere pulled out a crowbar, prying one of the restraints off, securing his torchy prize. He started mumbling again.
"Great, in a haunted castle and that ghoul's still on the loose." He gritted his teeth, the lights flickering on his fishbowl. He held a hand to his head, a bit flustered. He hadn't been forced to think so organized for so long, all this order, this structure, it was... maddening. How did someone defeat that which is already dead? He hated to admit it, but he would still need help on this matter.
He continued down the tunnel, hearing faint whispers now and again, ignoring them for the most part. He always heard something. Voices, laughter, music, fire crackers, a violin played by a trout. It was all white noise to him, this castle and its creeping shadows were no different.