Re: A Trip to Athkatla
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:36 am
Chapter 15:
Strike from the Shadows
Cayther made slow progress making his way back through the varitable maze of tunnels. Heading for the exit to warn the rest of Gare's men of the collapse and get their help. He was having reactions to the Bolt that was in his arm. A burning fever sprung up and he began to sweat profusely. Also Lightheaded and his strength drained he began to have trouble walking through the narrow tunnels and often tripped. He clung along the sides for balance to keep from falling into the few centimeters or so of less than sanitary water.
Trudging along carefully he had to put all of his concentration into just staying upright. The cloaked and hooded figure tailed him from the shadows watching carefully enjoying the pursuit as he watched Cayther's struggle against the poison that was slowly working it's way through his system. The figure didn't have to stay too far behind and watched the struggle Cayther was having at just moving forward. It wouldn't be long before the Figure would deliver the final blow.
Cayther's condition when it came would make it all too easy. There would be no resistance or struggle, Just a swift painful death. For now the figure just followed, Watching, Waiting for the moment to strike. The figure smiled delightfully as he pictured Cayhter's final agonizing moments.
Back in the now silent chamber with the collapse noise and movement could be heard stirring in the rubble. Rocks began to tumble from the pile as a hand surfaced sending more rocks and debris tumbling to the littered floor. The sound of exertion and strain echoed through the chamber as Millo emerged from the debris that fell over him during the ceiling collapse. His muscles aching he collapsed and slide down the pile to the littered floor like the rocks. He breathed heavily and looked down to his leg.
There piercing his pant leg was the bone that had snapped in two. When he realized what it was that's when the pain hit him. It pulsed and radiated through his leg like his heartbeat and he screamed. Ripping a piece of his sleeve he tourniqueted his leg and ripped another piece to cover the sight of the bone as he Screamed, whimpered, and gritted his way through the ordeal. He wondered what happened to the others and hoped someone came back for him as he wasn't going to be going anywhere without help. He pulled out three wands from the boot of his good leg and sat. Nervous, Jumpy and full of pain he sat and waited. Hoping his companions would come back for him.
A pair of Eyes filled with Bloodlust stared at it's injured and incapacitated prey from the depths of the Shadows. A Wicked Grin spread across his face as the unseen hunter readied a few wands and a crossbow.
Tamina was busy walking down a long narrow tunnel looking for a Passage that would lead her back on the right track.
'Great. Just Great. Little collapse and I'm out of the running. Gotta get that Amulet before Gareut sees it. He'd probably take it knowing him.' She thought as she silently made her way through the tunnel following Scurrying Rats as they ran for the nearest exit.
Distracted by the Squeeking and scurrying rats she failed to notice behind her in the Shadows a pair of soft glowing Orange eyes followed her in the Darkness. The figure moving very much like Tamina except for the fact that this figure had murderous intent in it's actions as an already prepped Crossbow was quietly unslung and readied with a bolt. The Figure Cruely grinned and aimed at her unsuspecting Target. The figure gently hit the trigger mechanism and the Bolt fired.
The bolt Whistling through the air as it sped towards it's target. The figure watched the Bolt strike home as Tamina Grunted from the sudden shock of pain. Her legs swept out from under her and she hit the mucky ground face first.
Gareut and Daghala followed their passage as best as their legs could take them. The passage would be wide at one point, Turn a corner and very narrow and cramped till the next corner. Finally Gareut and Daghala came upon an open chamber, It was almost pitch black. Daghala halted and Growled immeaditely upon entering the Dark room. Gareut halted beside the Wolf and also sensing a Dangerous air about the room. Skulls and bones crunched beneath his boots as he readied a wand.
Suddenly Torches lit basking the room with their orange glow. A group of Six men stood blocking the exit, Wicked grins on their faces.
"Sorry, you Dirty Pirate." Said what appeared to be their leader said as he raised and pointed the tip of his longsword at Gareut. "But you Die here."
With that Daghala ran and leaped for a nearby man, Tearing his Throat out as he fell to the floor. Skulls and bones crunched as he hit the ground and the five remaining men turned to Hack at the Wolf. Their Attention turned Gareut saw his oppertunity and raised his Wand. He shouted the activation word fiercly and the wand sent a deadly Fire arrow through the air piercing and burning another man.
Cayther tried unsuccessfully to run from his pursuer, Out of breath and cornered he turned to make his stand. The effects of the poison had taken root and his vision was blurred as his gaze tried to pierce the darkness. He readied a wand and waited for his deadly shadow to show itself. The sound of his heavy breathing broke the otherwise silent passage as it echoed off the walls as he strained his body and senses. Faint at first he heard a voice from the far end and slowly it grew into an almost Manic laughter.
He shouted the Activation word and a Fireball erupted from the wand and went speeding down the dark chamber. It lit the passage as it travelled down and he saw his stalker easily sidestep out of the way and begin advancing towards him. Cayther readied his Cutlass and watched as the Fireball exploded at the far end of the passage.
The approaching cloaked figure turned and watched the Fiery explosion behind him as the far end of the passage collapsed plunging the corridor in Silence and Darkness. Cayther attempted unsuccessfully to quiet his panting breath. He strained as his blurry vision tried to pierce the pitch black.
"No where for you to go now little lamb." A raspy whisper drifted through the chamber said.
"Time for the Slaughter." The whisper added as the sound of a large curved Knife scraping the edge of the wall could be heard throughout the passage.
Stance paced back impatiently waiting for a status update from his men. Growing impatient he almost grabbed the Amulet from the chest and left through the back not wanting to take the chance of them recovering it. He fought the impulse realizing how stupid it was and steeled himself for the fight to come if they made it through.
'It'll be easy. Some of them will die and the rest will be wounded or tired when they reach me. I can do this.' He thought. He turned and gave a start at the sight of the black cloaked and hooded figure standing before him.
"I hope you're not thinking of running, Are you?" The subtle threat in the figure's voice as it approached. Stance fidgeted nervously and shook his head.
"You have an update?" He added quickly.
"Yes. The group is split. Two of four are down. One is dead the other unable to move and will be following shortly. The Demon Girl is in the tunnel that leads directly here and will be confronted and hopefully eliminated. The Pirate Captain made it through the group of men you posted and is slowly making his way to this Chamber. His progress is slowed and we'll be ready for him." The Cloaked figure reported.
"Hells! They should all be dead!" He shouted and stamped his foot down in frustration.
Strike from the Shadows
Cayther made slow progress making his way back through the varitable maze of tunnels. Heading for the exit to warn the rest of Gare's men of the collapse and get their help. He was having reactions to the Bolt that was in his arm. A burning fever sprung up and he began to sweat profusely. Also Lightheaded and his strength drained he began to have trouble walking through the narrow tunnels and often tripped. He clung along the sides for balance to keep from falling into the few centimeters or so of less than sanitary water.
Trudging along carefully he had to put all of his concentration into just staying upright. The cloaked and hooded figure tailed him from the shadows watching carefully enjoying the pursuit as he watched Cayther's struggle against the poison that was slowly working it's way through his system. The figure didn't have to stay too far behind and watched the struggle Cayther was having at just moving forward. It wouldn't be long before the Figure would deliver the final blow.
Cayther's condition when it came would make it all too easy. There would be no resistance or struggle, Just a swift painful death. For now the figure just followed, Watching, Waiting for the moment to strike. The figure smiled delightfully as he pictured Cayhter's final agonizing moments.
Back in the now silent chamber with the collapse noise and movement could be heard stirring in the rubble. Rocks began to tumble from the pile as a hand surfaced sending more rocks and debris tumbling to the littered floor. The sound of exertion and strain echoed through the chamber as Millo emerged from the debris that fell over him during the ceiling collapse. His muscles aching he collapsed and slide down the pile to the littered floor like the rocks. He breathed heavily and looked down to his leg.
There piercing his pant leg was the bone that had snapped in two. When he realized what it was that's when the pain hit him. It pulsed and radiated through his leg like his heartbeat and he screamed. Ripping a piece of his sleeve he tourniqueted his leg and ripped another piece to cover the sight of the bone as he Screamed, whimpered, and gritted his way through the ordeal. He wondered what happened to the others and hoped someone came back for him as he wasn't going to be going anywhere without help. He pulled out three wands from the boot of his good leg and sat. Nervous, Jumpy and full of pain he sat and waited. Hoping his companions would come back for him.
A pair of Eyes filled with Bloodlust stared at it's injured and incapacitated prey from the depths of the Shadows. A Wicked Grin spread across his face as the unseen hunter readied a few wands and a crossbow.
Tamina was busy walking down a long narrow tunnel looking for a Passage that would lead her back on the right track.
'Great. Just Great. Little collapse and I'm out of the running. Gotta get that Amulet before Gareut sees it. He'd probably take it knowing him.' She thought as she silently made her way through the tunnel following Scurrying Rats as they ran for the nearest exit.
Distracted by the Squeeking and scurrying rats she failed to notice behind her in the Shadows a pair of soft glowing Orange eyes followed her in the Darkness. The figure moving very much like Tamina except for the fact that this figure had murderous intent in it's actions as an already prepped Crossbow was quietly unslung and readied with a bolt. The Figure Cruely grinned and aimed at her unsuspecting Target. The figure gently hit the trigger mechanism and the Bolt fired.
The bolt Whistling through the air as it sped towards it's target. The figure watched the Bolt strike home as Tamina Grunted from the sudden shock of pain. Her legs swept out from under her and she hit the mucky ground face first.
Gareut and Daghala followed their passage as best as their legs could take them. The passage would be wide at one point, Turn a corner and very narrow and cramped till the next corner. Finally Gareut and Daghala came upon an open chamber, It was almost pitch black. Daghala halted and Growled immeaditely upon entering the Dark room. Gareut halted beside the Wolf and also sensing a Dangerous air about the room. Skulls and bones crunched beneath his boots as he readied a wand.
Suddenly Torches lit basking the room with their orange glow. A group of Six men stood blocking the exit, Wicked grins on their faces.
"Sorry, you Dirty Pirate." Said what appeared to be their leader said as he raised and pointed the tip of his longsword at Gareut. "But you Die here."
With that Daghala ran and leaped for a nearby man, Tearing his Throat out as he fell to the floor. Skulls and bones crunched as he hit the ground and the five remaining men turned to Hack at the Wolf. Their Attention turned Gareut saw his oppertunity and raised his Wand. He shouted the activation word fiercly and the wand sent a deadly Fire arrow through the air piercing and burning another man.
Cayther tried unsuccessfully to run from his pursuer, Out of breath and cornered he turned to make his stand. The effects of the poison had taken root and his vision was blurred as his gaze tried to pierce the darkness. He readied a wand and waited for his deadly shadow to show itself. The sound of his heavy breathing broke the otherwise silent passage as it echoed off the walls as he strained his body and senses. Faint at first he heard a voice from the far end and slowly it grew into an almost Manic laughter.
He shouted the Activation word and a Fireball erupted from the wand and went speeding down the dark chamber. It lit the passage as it travelled down and he saw his stalker easily sidestep out of the way and begin advancing towards him. Cayther readied his Cutlass and watched as the Fireball exploded at the far end of the passage.
The approaching cloaked figure turned and watched the Fiery explosion behind him as the far end of the passage collapsed plunging the corridor in Silence and Darkness. Cayther attempted unsuccessfully to quiet his panting breath. He strained as his blurry vision tried to pierce the pitch black.
"No where for you to go now little lamb." A raspy whisper drifted through the chamber said.
"Time for the Slaughter." The whisper added as the sound of a large curved Knife scraping the edge of the wall could be heard throughout the passage.
Stance paced back impatiently waiting for a status update from his men. Growing impatient he almost grabbed the Amulet from the chest and left through the back not wanting to take the chance of them recovering it. He fought the impulse realizing how stupid it was and steeled himself for the fight to come if they made it through.
'It'll be easy. Some of them will die and the rest will be wounded or tired when they reach me. I can do this.' He thought. He turned and gave a start at the sight of the black cloaked and hooded figure standing before him.
"I hope you're not thinking of running, Are you?" The subtle threat in the figure's voice as it approached. Stance fidgeted nervously and shook his head.
"You have an update?" He added quickly.
"Yes. The group is split. Two of four are down. One is dead the other unable to move and will be following shortly. The Demon Girl is in the tunnel that leads directly here and will be confronted and hopefully eliminated. The Pirate Captain made it through the group of men you posted and is slowly making his way to this Chamber. His progress is slowed and we'll be ready for him." The Cloaked figure reported.
"Hells! They should all be dead!" He shouted and stamped his foot down in frustration.
