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The spears thrust upwards, re-impaling the decaying corpse. Alalia's timing took her out of range quickly, though the tips of the spears were scant inches from the bottoms of her feet.
Benches shifted and screeched as Alalia landed on them, surprisingly sturdy beneath her. It appeared years had gone by since the last person had entered the chamber, aside from the rotting corpse. With the moisture in the air, the benches should have long ago rotted.
The book closed easily when Alalia grabbed it and slipped it behind her belt. A cloud of dust billowed into the air from the wind created when the book was closed. It twirled in a mini tornado as Alalia leapt away and back over the benches.
The book itself was old, but seemed to be none the worse for wear after sitting in the dank crypt for untold years. On the front cover was a single symbol, perhaps a letter or word in a rare or dead language. The pages turned easily once opened, many more symbols tracing across the pages in ornate script. Unreadable to the four, the only thing of interest would be the pictures. Many seemed to be diagrams, showing various portions of the human body, detailing skin, veins, arteries, organs, etc. At the end of the book, was a picture of a humanoid with catlike ears, claws, and eyes.
Jerem practically bounced on the balls of his feet as the party stopped for the book. He looked impatiently down the hall, starting in that direction several times, but stopping each time only a few feet down the hall.
Once the three were done with the book, Jerem started out, moving at nearly a run as he wound his way deeper into the crypt.
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"I'm here, Darkheart. No need to start a search." Morsereg muttered, his green eyes flashing from the darkness before the guard. "I had to take extra precautions...incase something unpleasant headed our way." His eyes shifted to watch Alalia enter the trapped room. "I'd rather she be like a light to the flies than myself."
Only slightly interested in whether she acheived her goal or was impaled, the vampire had to shield his reaction for a moment when Alalia returned, to get his thoughts straightened. His initial reaction had been, after all, one of disappointment that she was in one piece.
As he had entered the slight light of Jerem's torch, the battle for mental control had been seemingly won against the black magic in these halls. He dipped the tip of his own torch into Jerem's flame before the guide began walking ahead once more, so that Darkheart could properly see the contents of the book.
These illustrations were intriguing, to say the least. Many of the labeled arteries and veins shown he was familiar with, save for a few in obscure places that he made a mental note to test out at a later date. "Why is the keeper in such a rush?" Morsereg looked to Darkheart, "He runs as if all the Legions that await in the dark are in pursuit. I count only three of us. Does he see more? Or is he merely mad?"
Only slightly interested in whether she acheived her goal or was impaled, the vampire had to shield his reaction for a moment when Alalia returned, to get his thoughts straightened. His initial reaction had been, after all, one of disappointment that she was in one piece.
As he had entered the slight light of Jerem's torch, the battle for mental control had been seemingly won against the black magic in these halls. He dipped the tip of his own torch into Jerem's flame before the guide began walking ahead once more, so that Darkheart could properly see the contents of the book.
These illustrations were intriguing, to say the least. Many of the labeled arteries and veins shown he was familiar with, save for a few in obscure places that he made a mental note to test out at a later date. "Why is the keeper in such a rush?" Morsereg looked to Darkheart, "He runs as if all the Legions that await in the dark are in pursuit. I count only three of us. Does he see more? Or is he merely mad?"
Call your damnable hunt. We shall see who I drag screaming to hell with me.
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Something seemed strange in the demeanor of the feline. Not she was anything other than strange in all the time he had known her. While he felt much of her original behaviour was less than prudent, her carelessness in this instance struck him as unlike her.
This thought was broken by the voice of Morsereg. The situation felt more under control again. 'Whatever you think is best. I was guessing the dark would favour anything we found here more than it would you but you are the expert.'
Glancing through the book, it seemed interesting but slightly off the subjects he had hoped. Maybe with more time to peruse under safer conditions it's full value could be discerned. With a slight twitch of amusement, he could feel the vampire taking notes in his head.
Being described as one of the "Legions of the dark" appealed to Darkheart. Again, this amused the warrior. Before answering the question, he thought to himself. He respected Morsereg. He did not yet quite trust him but he respected him. All things considered, he deserved an answer.
'I think he is running towards something rather than away. There is an entity here that seems to want me to find it. It is using the gravekeeper as a guide and has spoken to me. I think we had best be careful for signs of mental influence.' A thought clicked into place. 'Which may explain why Alalia was so careless.'
On an educated guess, what the book detailed was the process of creating a being like Alalia. Although why anyone would want to bother was a fair question. Magical lore. Maybe there would be use for that?
Later.
'Thank you, Alalia.' said Krevster, finally. He once again used that voice that seemed to get her attention. Then began following their guide.
With markedly more suspiscion,
This thought was broken by the voice of Morsereg. The situation felt more under control again. 'Whatever you think is best. I was guessing the dark would favour anything we found here more than it would you but you are the expert.'
Glancing through the book, it seemed interesting but slightly off the subjects he had hoped. Maybe with more time to peruse under safer conditions it's full value could be discerned. With a slight twitch of amusement, he could feel the vampire taking notes in his head.
Being described as one of the "Legions of the dark" appealed to Darkheart. Again, this amused the warrior. Before answering the question, he thought to himself. He respected Morsereg. He did not yet quite trust him but he respected him. All things considered, he deserved an answer.
'I think he is running towards something rather than away. There is an entity here that seems to want me to find it. It is using the gravekeeper as a guide and has spoken to me. I think we had best be careful for signs of mental influence.' A thought clicked into place. 'Which may explain why Alalia was so careless.'
On an educated guess, what the book detailed was the process of creating a being like Alalia. Although why anyone would want to bother was a fair question. Magical lore. Maybe there would be use for that?
Later.
'Thank you, Alalia.' said Krevster, finally. He once again used that voice that seemed to get her attention. Then began following their guide.
With markedly more suspiscion,
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Alalia sat once Darkheart relieved her of the book, reaching for her boots. She had no interest in what the pages contained; truthfully, she had no idea why she had fetched the thing in the first place. The adrenaline from her acrobatics had momentarily pushed aside the fog that had obscured her mind and clouded her thoughts. Grumbling, she pulled on her boots, then stood idly as the other two glanced through the book.
However, as she stood, the catgirl’s eyes slowly slid out of focus as her arms went slack at her sides. The inexorable pounding swelled through her body once again, mingling with her pulse as it thrummed in her bones. Her mind slowed until thinking felt like wading through waist-deep mud and was no longer worth the effort.
Swaying, Alalia nodded slowly when Darkheart’s voice pervaded the dense mist in her skull. When the group began to move after Jerem, she followed, her steps slowing into an ungraceful stagger. Her mind and body felt disconnected, as though only part of her commands actually made it to her limbs.
However, as she stood, the catgirl’s eyes slowly slid out of focus as her arms went slack at her sides. The inexorable pounding swelled through her body once again, mingling with her pulse as it thrummed in her bones. Her mind slowed until thinking felt like wading through waist-deep mud and was no longer worth the effort.
Swaying, Alalia nodded slowly when Darkheart’s voice pervaded the dense mist in her skull. When the group began to move after Jerem, she followed, her steps slowing into an ungraceful stagger. Her mind and body felt disconnected, as though only part of her commands actually made it to her limbs.
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As Jerem wound his way deeper, the darkness fairly hummed with impurity. Insidiously, it wound it's way into living creatures. Rats nearly the size of large cats scurried rapidly away from the light, beady red eyes glaring what could only be construed as hatred towards those intruding on their domain. Spiderwebs, old and new, broke apart on faces and bodies, swept aside by Jerem's arm when he bothered to notice them. Bloated, black bodies, some as large as a mouse, skittered away from the destruction of their homes. Thousands of sets of spider eyes watched from the darkness.
Water dripped down the walls, creating patches of moss and mildew. Occasionally one of these patches would give off a slight glow in the darkness. Water dripped from the ceiling; inch long miniature stalactites strained towards their equally small cousins on the ground, a dozen to a patch.
The winding path took them deeper below the earth. Suddenly the surroundings changed. What was previously worked stone, obviously built and reinforced by humanoids, became natural cavern, minimally worked to create space for others to pass. The sides of the passage narrowed, leaving a space that would allow the humans to pass through only if they turned sideways. Jerem plunged into the opening without so much as looking back.
Once through, Jerem let out a frustrated grunt. He banged his torch against something metallic barring his way. Intelligence seemed to have been burned out of him, his only purpose for surviving was to reach that which called to him. He turned back, calling into the opening for Krevster.
"I canna open it, Masta Darkhear'. We mus' get through, ta tha otha side." He stood, frantically ringing his hands so much that he almost dropped the torch.
The metallic object in questions was an door of iron bars, sealed into the cavern walls by massive pin hinges. A finger thick lock bar was thrust through a hole in the rock wall just large enough to permit it. The hole, upon inspection, seemed to go nearly a half foot into the cavern wall. Rust coated the door, sealing the pins of the hinges and the lock bar in place.
The reason for the abundance of rust was immediately apparent upon looking through the bars. A wet, heavy mist shrouded the cavern beyond, the torchlight barely penetrating it. The sound of water rushing through the air could be heard from within the cavern, echoing lightly from the walls. The thunder of the water hitting the base of the fall was muted, barely heard unless one listened for it. The rumbling, however, could be felt in the soles of their feet.
As Jerem wound his way deeper, the darkness fairly hummed with impurity. Insidiously, it wound it's way into living creatures. Rats nearly the size of large cats scurried rapidly away from the light, beady red eyes glaring what could only be construed as hatred towards those intruding on their domain. Spiderwebs, old and new, broke apart on faces and bodies, swept aside by Jerem's arm when he bothered to notice them. Bloated, black bodies, some as large as a mouse, skittered away from the destruction of their homes. Thousands of sets of spider eyes watched from the darkness.
Water dripped down the walls, creating patches of moss and mildew. Occasionally one of these patches would give off a slight glow in the darkness. Water dripped from the ceiling; inch long miniature stalactites strained towards their equally small cousins on the ground, a dozen to a patch.
The winding path took them deeper below the earth. Suddenly the surroundings changed. What was previously worked stone, obviously built and reinforced by humanoids, became natural cavern, minimally worked to create space for others to pass. The sides of the passage narrowed, leaving a space that would allow the humans to pass through only if they turned sideways. Jerem plunged into the opening without so much as looking back.
Once through, Jerem let out a frustrated grunt. He banged his torch against something metallic barring his way. Intelligence seemed to have been burned out of him, his only purpose for surviving was to reach that which called to him. He turned back, calling into the opening for Krevster.
"I canna open it, Masta Darkhear'. We mus' get through, ta tha otha side." He stood, frantically ringing his hands so much that he almost dropped the torch.
The metallic object in questions was an door of iron bars, sealed into the cavern walls by massive pin hinges. A finger thick lock bar was thrust through a hole in the rock wall just large enough to permit it. The hole, upon inspection, seemed to go nearly a half foot into the cavern wall. Rust coated the door, sealing the pins of the hinges and the lock bar in place.
The reason for the abundance of rust was immediately apparent upon looking through the bars. A wet, heavy mist shrouded the cavern beyond, the torchlight barely penetrating it. The sound of water rushing through the air could be heard from within the cavern, echoing lightly from the walls. The thunder of the water hitting the base of the fall was muted, barely heard unless one listened for it. The rumbling, however, could be felt in the soles of their feet.
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Alalia trotted after Jerem, showing no interest in the change in architecture. When the gravekeeper disappeared into the crevice, she slipped around Darkheart and followed him, moving with the boneless grace of a feline through the narrow passage. The moss and mildew left streaks on her shirt, and she tucked her tail between her legs so it would not hinder her progress. However, she reached the other side with no difficulty.
When she reached the gate, the catgirl surveyed it with glazed eyes. It seemed there was something impeding her progress. Well then, the blockade would simply have to be removed. Spinning suddenly, she bounded back through the passage, lept up onto Krevster's armored shoulders, and unsheathed his broadsword. As soon as the weapon had cleared its scabbard, she jumped back down again, the whole series of actions taking less than a second.
Her newly claimed tool now in hand, Alalia slipped past Jerem, shouldering him out of her way. Swinging the heavy blade up over her head with unnatural ease, she brought it down forcefully on the rusted lock bar. Sparks flew as the sound of metal on metal reverberated through the cavern.
When she reached the gate, the catgirl surveyed it with glazed eyes. It seemed there was something impeding her progress. Well then, the blockade would simply have to be removed. Spinning suddenly, she bounded back through the passage, lept up onto Krevster's armored shoulders, and unsheathed his broadsword. As soon as the weapon had cleared its scabbard, she jumped back down again, the whole series of actions taking less than a second.
Her newly claimed tool now in hand, Alalia slipped past Jerem, shouldering him out of her way. Swinging the heavy blade up over her head with unnatural ease, she brought it down forcefully on the rusted lock bar. Sparks flew as the sound of metal on metal reverberated through the cavern.
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With the feline on his shoulders, he swung his shield up to remove the feline, dropped his torch and with his now-free hand, reached for his sword.
The feline got there first. Normally, he would have easily caught her arm, but the heavy mist and encroaching darkness made him miss his reactive grab.
Recovering quickly, he turned to face the now grounded Alalia, shield presented forward. Yet she seemed to have no interest in him, instead choosing to barge the gravekeeper aside. He could make out her raising her sword, seemingly at the metal bars. A sword was not a tool for such a task, at the very least it would seriously marr his blade.
Embarassed and alarmed, Krevster advanced with his shield still held ready. The ease with which she held it concerned him, it took him months to be able to handle such a heavy sword so easily. The black oval shield covered most of his body, hopefully the cramped quarters would favour sheer strength and power over agility. He thought about asking Morsereg for Alalia's rapier, but thought making better use of his shield would play more to his strengths.
As steel clashed and sparks flew, the gap where Jerem once was now accomodated the larger Krevster. Shifting the angle, he adjusted to lead with the edge of his shield, waited for the second shower of sparks as metal clashed.
Then struck.
Gripping the shield close, he twisted his shield slam in an effort to drive Alalia against the cavern wall instead of the barred gate. Not out of any reluctance to harm Alalia, since slamming full force with the curved edge of a steel shield hurts when the person in question is not Krevster's size, but to avoid the risk of sending his sword through the bars and beyond the grate. Hopefully, the impact would wind her and give him chance to pin her against the wall long enough to wrest his sword free.
The feline got there first. Normally, he would have easily caught her arm, but the heavy mist and encroaching darkness made him miss his reactive grab.
Recovering quickly, he turned to face the now grounded Alalia, shield presented forward. Yet she seemed to have no interest in him, instead choosing to barge the gravekeeper aside. He could make out her raising her sword, seemingly at the metal bars. A sword was not a tool for such a task, at the very least it would seriously marr his blade.
Embarassed and alarmed, Krevster advanced with his shield still held ready. The ease with which she held it concerned him, it took him months to be able to handle such a heavy sword so easily. The black oval shield covered most of his body, hopefully the cramped quarters would favour sheer strength and power over agility. He thought about asking Morsereg for Alalia's rapier, but thought making better use of his shield would play more to his strengths.
As steel clashed and sparks flew, the gap where Jerem once was now accomodated the larger Krevster. Shifting the angle, he adjusted to lead with the edge of his shield, waited for the second shower of sparks as metal clashed.
Then struck.
Gripping the shield close, he twisted his shield slam in an effort to drive Alalia against the cavern wall instead of the barred gate. Not out of any reluctance to harm Alalia, since slamming full force with the curved edge of a steel shield hurts when the person in question is not Krevster's size, but to avoid the risk of sending his sword through the bars and beyond the grate. Hopefully, the impact would wind her and give him chance to pin her against the wall long enough to wrest his sword free.
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If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Morsereg stood to the side, watching as Alalia effortlessly removed Darkheart's sword. She had, in the span of a few seconds, gone from being unarmed to having a broadsword in her hands.
He instantly moved in, the muscles in his empty hand tightening as he posed to strike. Then, he saw her move towards the gate blocking their passage...and she began to swing. And swing.
"Alalia!" He barked as Darkheart began to pin her against the cavern walls. "Hand him his sword. It's no good to Darkheart if his sword is destroyed. He's already got one thing on you, don't make him double his reasons to dislike you." After the first sentence or so, it moved to a more calmer tone, though each word grew sharper, more venomous.
He walked towards the gate, studying it with wide eyes. He inspected it from top to bottom, side to side, checking his chances. "I think..." He muttered to himself.
Planting his feet firmly on the ground, he wrapped his hands around one bar, and began to pull.
He instantly moved in, the muscles in his empty hand tightening as he posed to strike. Then, he saw her move towards the gate blocking their passage...and she began to swing. And swing.
"Alalia!" He barked as Darkheart began to pin her against the cavern walls. "Hand him his sword. It's no good to Darkheart if his sword is destroyed. He's already got one thing on you, don't make him double his reasons to dislike you." After the first sentence or so, it moved to a more calmer tone, though each word grew sharper, more venomous.
He walked towards the gate, studying it with wide eyes. He inspected it from top to bottom, side to side, checking his chances. "I think..." He muttered to himself.
Planting his feet firmly on the ground, he wrapped his hands around one bar, and began to pull.
Call your damnable hunt. We shall see who I drag screaming to hell with me.
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Alalia arched her back and gave a hiss of pain as she was slammed into the rough stone wall. At first, she was unsure what had happened. A moment ago, she had been trying to clear and obstacle, and now she was pinned against rock. Looking up, she could see the contours of Darkheart's armored form against the torchlight, blurred a bit from having the back of her head slammed against stone.
Suddenly, Morsereg's shout cut through the daze, echoing oddly, but the catgirl couldn't determine whether that was from hitting her head or the passage they were in. However, despite the distortion, she realized what the guardsman wanted.
Turning the sword in her grip, Alalia offered it to the man hilt-first. The idea of using it against any of those with her had never crossed her magically blanked mind, so she didn't understand why she had been tackled. He could have simply asked for it.
There was a new throb in the catgirl's head, but this one was not from magic, but from a possible concussion. Suddenly, she realized she very much wanted to sit down, but being pinned prevented that. Therefore, she slumped against Darkheart's shield.
Suddenly, Morsereg's shout cut through the daze, echoing oddly, but the catgirl couldn't determine whether that was from hitting her head or the passage they were in. However, despite the distortion, she realized what the guardsman wanted.
Turning the sword in her grip, Alalia offered it to the man hilt-first. The idea of using it against any of those with her had never crossed her magically blanked mind, so she didn't understand why she had been tackled. He could have simply asked for it.
There was a new throb in the catgirl's head, but this one was not from magic, but from a possible concussion. Suddenly, she realized she very much wanted to sit down, but being pinned prevented that. Therefore, she slumped against Darkheart's shield.
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'Thank you.'
With his sword back in hand, the pressure released from his shield. He stepped back sharply, crashing heavily into the cavern wall. As the cat-girl slumped forward he caught her again with his shield and guided her safely to the floor.
That small measure of revenge ended the embarrassment of having his sword stolen, and that turn of events reassured him somewhat as to the danger she represented.
Feeling the wet mist clinging to his armour, Krevster had to wonder the reason for choosing an iron door in such a drenched atmosphere. Of course this would wreak similar havoc on his sword and armour, so he wiped a layer of condensation from his blade in a fold of his cloak, tearing a rip in the fabric with the jagged edge, before ramming it back into it's sheath with a loud click.
The dropped torch was sputtering in the mist, Darkheart picked it up and held it upside down for a moment to revive the weak flame.
With his sword back in hand, the pressure released from his shield. He stepped back sharply, crashing heavily into the cavern wall. As the cat-girl slumped forward he caught her again with his shield and guided her safely to the floor.
That small measure of revenge ended the embarrassment of having his sword stolen, and that turn of events reassured him somewhat as to the danger she represented.
Feeling the wet mist clinging to his armour, Krevster had to wonder the reason for choosing an iron door in such a drenched atmosphere. Of course this would wreak similar havoc on his sword and armour, so he wiped a layer of condensation from his blade in a fold of his cloak, tearing a rip in the fabric with the jagged edge, before ramming it back into it's sheath with a loud click.
The dropped torch was sputtering in the mist, Darkheart picked it up and held it upside down for a moment to revive the weak flame.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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The iron door rang as Alalia battered the locking bar with Krevster's sword. Chips of rust and metal flew, the lock bar bending and twisting, but not breaking. It still held tight as Alalia was flung against the tunnel wall by Krevster.
The iron door, now being pulled on by all the strength of a vampire, groaned under the strain. It held for a long time, but finally the rusted doors structural integrity began to give. Despite being rusted, the iron door was still quite strong. As it turned out, it was still no match for vampiric strength.
With the shrieking sound of bending iron, the door bent in half before the hinges suddenly erupted from the wall, showering the passageway with dust and stone chips. The entrance to the mist shrouded cavern lay open before the party.
Jerem, with a cry of delight, darted through the opening toward the darker shapes of stalagmites partially hidden in the mist.
The iron door rang as Alalia battered the locking bar with Krevster's sword. Chips of rust and metal flew, the lock bar bending and twisting, but not breaking. It still held tight as Alalia was flung against the tunnel wall by Krevster.
The iron door, now being pulled on by all the strength of a vampire, groaned under the strain. It held for a long time, but finally the rusted doors structural integrity began to give. Despite being rusted, the iron door was still quite strong. As it turned out, it was still no match for vampiric strength.
With the shrieking sound of bending iron, the door bent in half before the hinges suddenly erupted from the wall, showering the passageway with dust and stone chips. The entrance to the mist shrouded cavern lay open before the party.
Jerem, with a cry of delight, darted through the opening toward the darker shapes of stalagmites partially hidden in the mist.
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Alalia’s knees buckled as she was lowered, and she fell into a sitting position. Leaning back against the stone wall, she watched with vague interest as Morsereg pulled against the door. She knew that he was a vampire, but the idea of someone pulling an iron door open with his bare hands seemed ridiculous.
A vacant look overtook the catgirl’s face as she watched, her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging slightly open, revealing her fangs. Physical pain and magical interference had thrown her thoughts into a sluggish swirl of dull shapes and colors. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to orient herself, as though she was simply watching her body from some foggy, far away place.
The sharp shriek of metal momentarily cut through some of the haze, making Alalia snap her jaw shut and fold back her ears in pain. When the ringing in her ears faded, she noticed that the pounding in her head had increased. A groan escaped her before she could stop it, and she barely noticed that Jerem had darted off. The incessant pull at her body made it quite clear that she should follow, but she didn’t move. She felt broken and battered, so to avoid the pain, she allowed herself to fall back into the foggy haze that was her thoughts.
A vacant look overtook the catgirl’s face as she watched, her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging slightly open, revealing her fangs. Physical pain and magical interference had thrown her thoughts into a sluggish swirl of dull shapes and colors. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to orient herself, as though she was simply watching her body from some foggy, far away place.
The sharp shriek of metal momentarily cut through some of the haze, making Alalia snap her jaw shut and fold back her ears in pain. When the ringing in her ears faded, she noticed that the pounding in her head had increased. A groan escaped her before she could stop it, and she barely noticed that Jerem had darted off. The incessant pull at her body made it quite clear that she should follow, but she didn’t move. She felt broken and battered, so to avoid the pain, she allowed herself to fall back into the foggy haze that was her thoughts.
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He flinched.
Seeing someone tear an iron door free from it's hinges makes one question one's own prowess. He knew vampires were unnaturally strong, but the sheer extent that he witnessed actually made him feel afraid.
'Very dramatic.' he muttered, making some effort to save face.
Seeing Jerem charge through was a sign to follow, since the rest of them really didn't have the foggiest idea where they were going.
Speaking of foggiest, the dampness guttered the torch-flame further. There was more alarm about it going out, kept controlled. The cat-girl was left behind him, she could recover in her own time.
Making some effort to keep to the same path as the manic gravekeeper, Krevster followed. His armour begrudging every step into the soaking vapour.
Seeing someone tear an iron door free from it's hinges makes one question one's own prowess. He knew vampires were unnaturally strong, but the sheer extent that he witnessed actually made him feel afraid.
'Very dramatic.' he muttered, making some effort to save face.
Seeing Jerem charge through was a sign to follow, since the rest of them really didn't have the foggiest idea where they were going.
Speaking of foggiest, the dampness guttered the torch-flame further. There was more alarm about it going out, kept controlled. The cat-girl was left behind him, she could recover in her own time.
Making some effort to keep to the same path as the manic gravekeeper, Krevster followed. His armour begrudging every step into the soaking vapour.
If violence is not the answer, you have asked me the wrong question.
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Morsereg sighed with a slight relief as he held the door in his hand, dropping it idly at his side. He brushed a few stone chips from his hair before looking at Alalia, who was sitting there unmoving.
"Get up," He snarled at her, standing over her. He repeated himself twice more before hissing softly. "Recover on your own time, abomination. Not on mine."
The Vampire gave one final glare at the cat-being before walking off after Darkheart and Jerem, opening up his senses to their extent, so as to see better even with the torch light diminishing, and so he could hear, should Alalia attempt to exact her revenge from behind.
"Get up," He snarled at her, standing over her. He repeated himself twice more before hissing softly. "Recover on your own time, abomination. Not on mine."
The Vampire gave one final glare at the cat-being before walking off after Darkheart and Jerem, opening up his senses to their extent, so as to see better even with the torch light diminishing, and so he could hear, should Alalia attempt to exact her revenge from behind.
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Jerem disappeared rapidly into the mist, his torch next to useless in the shrouding darkness. A feel of malevolent danger radiated from all around, though Jerem, extremely intent on only one thing, didn't even notice.
As he ran through the cavern, he dodged back and forth between stalagmites, vanishing behind one only to appear beside another. The mist twisted and turned, catching at the corners of eyes, seeming almost like a living entity. Shapes moved through the mist, but vanished when looked at directly, simply the mist swirling in place.
From the sound of it, Jerem was leading them towards the quiet roar of the waterfall. The roar grew louder as they approached, the rumble felt through the soles of their feet as the rock vibrated from below.
Jerem disappeared rapidly into the mist, his torch next to useless in the shrouding darkness. A feel of malevolent danger radiated from all around, though Jerem, extremely intent on only one thing, didn't even notice.
As he ran through the cavern, he dodged back and forth between stalagmites, vanishing behind one only to appear beside another. The mist twisted and turned, catching at the corners of eyes, seeming almost like a living entity. Shapes moved through the mist, but vanished when looked at directly, simply the mist swirling in place.
From the sound of it, Jerem was leading them towards the quiet roar of the waterfall. The roar grew louder as they approached, the rumble felt through the soles of their feet as the rock vibrated from below.