Re: Epic Clash Round 4 - The Unholy Fortress
10-13-2010, 09:36 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
Glere continued to make his way through the halls, they were getting much rougher now. The fine chiseled stone from before was now barely cut out, resembling a cave more and more with each step. He stopped for a moment before thinking.
The game plan would have to change now that the cat was out of the bag. Inane poltergeists aside, perhaps his best bet would be to discover what was at the bottom of the complex? It had been what he'd doing for the most part anyways, though it was more reminiscent of a siren's call to rocky shores than a secret weapon to waylay his enemies. Still, whatever it was couldn't be good. That'd just be silly. You don't put something GOOD at the bottom of an insanely haunted fortress full of crazed miner's. Then again, the entire thing was roughly a fabrication to begin wtih, a stage for the puppet's to dance upon. Still, even if it sucked being pulled by the strings, it's always fun to enjoy a good puppet show.
He reached into his cape before pulling out another stick of dynamite from his cache, before knocking on several bricks, first on the walls, then on the floor.
"Eeenie meenie minie down." he said jamming the lit stick into a crack in the floor and hightailing it down the corridor and around a bend, as the explosion rocked the halls again. He poked his head around and squinted, a large hole in the floor having now opened.
"Alright then!" he said happily, before hopping down.
Glere continued to make his way through the halls, they were getting much rougher now. The fine chiseled stone from before was now barely cut out, resembling a cave more and more with each step. He stopped for a moment before thinking.
The game plan would have to change now that the cat was out of the bag. Inane poltergeists aside, perhaps his best bet would be to discover what was at the bottom of the complex? It had been what he'd doing for the most part anyways, though it was more reminiscent of a siren's call to rocky shores than a secret weapon to waylay his enemies. Still, whatever it was couldn't be good. That'd just be silly. You don't put something GOOD at the bottom of an insanely haunted fortress full of crazed miner's. Then again, the entire thing was roughly a fabrication to begin wtih, a stage for the puppet's to dance upon. Still, even if it sucked being pulled by the strings, it's always fun to enjoy a good puppet show.
He reached into his cape before pulling out another stick of dynamite from his cache, before knocking on several bricks, first on the walls, then on the floor.
"Eeenie meenie minie down." he said jamming the lit stick into a crack in the floor and hightailing it down the corridor and around a bend, as the explosion rocked the halls again. He poked his head around and squinted, a large hole in the floor having now opened.
"Alright then!" he said happily, before hopping down.