Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 24, 2011 18:19:52 GMT -5
Kerag popped his neck and rolled his shoulders. He looked between them and sighed.
"Yeah I wasn't impressed with these armaments. Think its time to take my frustrations out..."
He pinched his nose, groaning.
"And the smell...could do without that."
Kerag couldn't tell how many were in the dark hall ahead, but he looked at his companions and broke into a sprint in the enemies direction, swinging the heavy axe around his body, meeting the undead creature's moans with a guttural battle cry.
As Kerag charged into the small hallway, a stone just in front of him depressed, catching his foot on it, tripping him. He wasn't hurt, but there was a dreadful rumbling noise behind him as that hallway closed off, locking him in with the zombies, still heading towards him. Margrett pounded on the stone wall and yelled; from where he was Kerag could barely hear her. If he got closer he could hear better.
Kerag! Kerag, are you okay? What's going on over there?!
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 24, 2011 19:54:26 GMT -5
His triumphant charge to battle was abruptly ended when the stone depressed, landing with a heavy thud and clanking of plate armor. He cursed in orcish, which was the equivalent of incomprehensible growls and shouts. He could hear the Captain pounding, and his name but it wasn't until he stepped closer, running his hand over the smooth stone that he made out what Margrett was asking him. The orc grunted and pounded the stone, to no avail of course.
"Margrett! I'm fine, tripped on something..."
He was about to complain about the ruin when he heard the shuffling of feet and grotesque moans getting louder, more crisp and multiplying as the undead advanced from the darkness. It was too dark to tell how many there were, but it sounded like at least several were approaching. Kerag's eye glowed a brilliant red, giving him a small field of vision in the dark.
"The undead approach Margrett! Find a way to open the bloody door!"
He growled, banging his gauntlet against the stone again. While he waited, and against his better judgement he began to walk forward again, stepping his feet out, looking to find the stone again if he could, axe held at the ready.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"Just kill them, Kerag," Alec calls. "There can't be that many, and they're just squishy zombies. No need to be afraid, Mr. Big Bad Orc."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 24, 2011 20:31:30 GMT -5
Kerag moved back, enough so Margrett heard him.
"Understood Margrett! And Alec!"
The orc paused, trying to withhold from laughing.
"Make sure you stay close to the Captain, don't need another bookworm dieing in these ruins."
He turned around, growling and hissing at the darkness when the first zombie came into view, it's body emaciated and reaching for him. It was quickly followed by four more, hands outstretched grabbing at the Orc's plate when his massive bulk pushed against them, forcing them to fall in a domino effect. His glowing eye glared down at them, boots crushing rotting limbs as he split their heads with the axe, a sick wet smoosh echoing off the walls each time he cut through bone. Kerag ripped the axe out of one of their heads, dark red pudding dripping off the edge as he slammed his boot on the last prone zombie's head, splattering it.
The orc breathed deep when he heard more shuffling, more moaning and the stench of decay at his nostrils. He beat his gauntlet against his chest, clanking metal against metal, and charged the small horde of undead in the hallway, hacking and slashing limbs this way and that, crushing them from his path. Alec was right, they were squishy. Kerag started laughing, unimpressed with them. The last pair of zombies in the hall came at him from opposite sides, one missing an arm behind the orc he'd chopped off, and the other staggered in front of him, hand grabbing his plated chest.
"Bugger off!"
Kerag yelled, cleaving the zombie in half, pulling the knife from the lower shaft of the axe and burying it in the zombie's skull behind him, sliding the six-inch blade out and unifying the weapon once more. He wiped sweat from his brow and started walking down the hall, hoping to soon find the Captain and Alec.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"See?" Alec says, motioning at the door, with wet crunching sounds barely making it through the thickness of the stone. "Squishy."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Kerag slaughtered the zombies and as he walked the hallway opened up into a vast chamber. He couldn't see the top of it, as it faded away to mist. The ground was composed of a long, stone bridge over deep and murky water below. The end of the bridge also faded into mist; he could barely see the small glowing stones that shed a dim light as they went on.
Margrett turned to Alec, sighing.
If they did have artifacts around here we'll have to come back. Let's go around and see if we can find Kerag.
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 24, 2011 21:51:29 GMT -5
Kerag's jaw dropped as he stepped into the immense chamber, looking up into the wispy mist and then down at the murky water below. The orc started walking across the bridge, his glowing eye fixed on the mist ahead. He brandished the gore-covered axe, still dripping a little blood and chunks of flesh.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Tearing his eyes away from the weapons on the wall with some considerable difficulty, Alec looks to Marg. "He can take care of himself, can't he? Big bad orc that he is....?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Yes, but we don't know what's in here. Even Kerag may come across something he can't handle. She stopped in the doorway, looking back.
Take those with you if you want. Why are you so interested in them?
Kerag walked along, his metal boots clanking and echoing over the water. The mist closed in behind him as he went. Suddenly, he heard the water beneath him ripple slightly...
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Taking a sizable piece of rust, Alec jogs to the door. "Metal mage?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "The sword is still in there, it's just buried under the rust."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Kerag was crossing the bridge when he heard the water beneath him ripple over the clanking of his boots. The orc paused, wanting to continue but letting his curiosity get the better of him when he peered over the edge of the bridge, trying to see what was going on in the water, mist obscuring the path he came from.
Kerag saw some ripples, heading under the bridge just as he passed over, and then silence. Whatever it was, if it was indeed something, was hiding under the stone he was on.
Margrett kept walking, back to the main chamber. The hallway that said Quarters went in the direction that Kerag had gone, and Margrett started down it without stopping to find out where it went.
So why don't you just have a sword with you at all times? Better than using a rusty old relic.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"Quarters," Alec says, rubbing some dirt out of the engraving. "Anyway, I don't carry a sword because I've not been trained to carry one. This, though," he says, brandishing the relic, "is, as you say, a relic. An antique."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.