Sorry, I promised the stats for the Blood Legionnaire, but I'm gonna
wait for the next intermission. Thanks for the reviews! Also, if you've
noticed, I changed the title of the previous chapter simply because I want
that title for later.
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The tunnel was silent, and Sethor was completely lost now. Pore was losing strength fast and he had a gut instinct that he was in danger, but he did not know where the danger came from. The tunnels themselves seemed to pulse with dark intentions; whispering to Sethor as he breathed. Talking to him in a muted voice as he spoke, jumbling the results of both. It was unnerving to say the least.
"Are you okay sire? You look lost in your mind. Do you need help?"
Sethor listened as Pore spoke. There was something there, a faint sound mixed in with Pore's words. Talking to him at the same time, using Pore's breath to speak.
"Whoever you are, stop with this right now! If you wish to speak with us, then do so!"
Pore stared at Sethor, examining him from head to toe. This did not look like a madman, but who knew these days. Even then, Pore thought he would keep quiet just to keep Sethor happy. Sethor looked about, and as the tunnels stopped echoing his yell, calmed down enough to start moving again.
They walked for awhile longer, keeping silent as they trudged through the lightless chambers. Sethor stopped when Pore ran up ahead, motioning for Sethor to stay where he was. Sethor waited, and before long Pore came back, bearing a large grin on his face.
"There is a neat chamber up ahead. It is a shrine to the god who used to be in charge of this temple. He is retired now, and has become a part of Nerull. The shrine should be safe."
Sethor nodded. Not much else to do unless they wanted to backtrack; and even then he had no idea where they had come from in relation to this chamber.
The chamber was a thing of beauty. The walls were pure carved Obsidian that reflected the light, bouncing life into every corner of the room. The roof and floor were made of metal, in a spiraling pattern towards the center of the room where stood a large Pearl Horn the size of a horse; positioned delicately on an Obsidian pillar. Sethor was dazzled by the instruments size; wondering what else other then a giant could plays its likely mystical notes. He wandered over to inspect the horn more closely.
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Shereth looked closely at the engraving on the alter. Why hadn't the intruders made themselves known? They were, at least by the metal orbs, supposed to be in this very room. Something wasn't right, and Shereth tapped his stave against the ground in frustration. The ground rang every time he hit the stave against it, a metallic ping that reverberated throughout the entire room.
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"What the hell was that?"
Pore was known attached to Sethor's leg, having jumped there when the large metallic ring could be heard from above. Sethor shook Pore off, and continued to examine the horn.
The buttons and levers were all made for human sized hands, eliminating a giant from possible users. But what if it was never meant to leave the shrine? What could have been so important as to cause the old religion to build a horn of this size in a place where it probably would never be found? 'Shut up and blow the damn horn.' Sethor thought to himself. And he did.
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Shereth jumped as he heard the horn from below, and watched terrified as the floor retracted from the sides of the temple. The smooth edges of the floor and wall now separated, showing the floor to be some sort of metal plate. He leaned over the edge of the moving floor, and was surprised to see several layers of the moving plates. He looked up to see that the ceiling was moving in the same fashion, retracting into a circle barely 12 feet in diameter. Bellea and Brutus were nowhere to be seen, probably still somewhere in the catacombs where he could leave them when all this was over. Shereth stood next to the altar in the center of the room, calling upon his powers to assist him. Skeletal wings sprouted from his back and then faded away; leaving behind an ethereal force he used to take to the air. Flying through the air, Shereth saw a very confused looking human and Kobold, with the humans lips still attached to the horn he heard earlier.
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Sethor released his lips from the horn and said something unintelligible. The noise from the retracting floor reduced anything he said to rubbish. Then he noticed something coming from the air above him.
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Shereth finished his dive and came back up gripping Sethor's clothing very tightly. He stared at the bard's eyes, and when he saw no fear, grinned. Shereth loosened the glove on the hand he wasn't using, watching it as it dropped into the abyss. Shereth reached slowly reached for Sethor's face. Sethor couldn't of anything, and finally hung limply in Shereth's grip. His hands twiddled nervously with his ring, and didn't realize that in the process he turned it around, revealing a pattern of a sun on the palm side. Sethor lost consciousness.
Shereth tried to look into Sethor's eyes again, but this time his vision was blurred; as if a piece of thin paper was being put in between him and his target. He felt something bump up against his hand, pushing it away from his victim. The Bard was surrounded by a bubble of force, and Shereth was no longer holding onto him. The Bard fell, and Shereth tried to follow him, but his target was falling faster. Faster. He was into the darkness before long, still falling. Shereth watched as the Kobold fell past him, following the Bard into the darkness.
"Ah well, too bad for the intruders."
Shereth went back up and prepared for the ceremony, pushing the encounter out of his mind by wondering how the floor plates levitated in the air.
The tunnel was silent, and Sethor was completely lost now. Pore was losing strength fast and he had a gut instinct that he was in danger, but he did not know where the danger came from. The tunnels themselves seemed to pulse with dark intentions; whispering to Sethor as he breathed. Talking to him in a muted voice as he spoke, jumbling the results of both. It was unnerving to say the least.
"Are you okay sire? You look lost in your mind. Do you need help?"
Sethor listened as Pore spoke. There was something there, a faint sound mixed in with Pore's words. Talking to him at the same time, using Pore's breath to speak.
"Whoever you are, stop with this right now! If you wish to speak with us, then do so!"
Pore stared at Sethor, examining him from head to toe. This did not look like a madman, but who knew these days. Even then, Pore thought he would keep quiet just to keep Sethor happy. Sethor looked about, and as the tunnels stopped echoing his yell, calmed down enough to start moving again.
They walked for awhile longer, keeping silent as they trudged through the lightless chambers. Sethor stopped when Pore ran up ahead, motioning for Sethor to stay where he was. Sethor waited, and before long Pore came back, bearing a large grin on his face.
"There is a neat chamber up ahead. It is a shrine to the god who used to be in charge of this temple. He is retired now, and has become a part of Nerull. The shrine should be safe."
Sethor nodded. Not much else to do unless they wanted to backtrack; and even then he had no idea where they had come from in relation to this chamber.
The chamber was a thing of beauty. The walls were pure carved Obsidian that reflected the light, bouncing life into every corner of the room. The roof and floor were made of metal, in a spiraling pattern towards the center of the room where stood a large Pearl Horn the size of a horse; positioned delicately on an Obsidian pillar. Sethor was dazzled by the instruments size; wondering what else other then a giant could plays its likely mystical notes. He wandered over to inspect the horn more closely.
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Shereth looked closely at the engraving on the alter. Why hadn't the intruders made themselves known? They were, at least by the metal orbs, supposed to be in this very room. Something wasn't right, and Shereth tapped his stave against the ground in frustration. The ground rang every time he hit the stave against it, a metallic ping that reverberated throughout the entire room.
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"What the hell was that?"
Pore was known attached to Sethor's leg, having jumped there when the large metallic ring could be heard from above. Sethor shook Pore off, and continued to examine the horn.
The buttons and levers were all made for human sized hands, eliminating a giant from possible users. But what if it was never meant to leave the shrine? What could have been so important as to cause the old religion to build a horn of this size in a place where it probably would never be found? 'Shut up and blow the damn horn.' Sethor thought to himself. And he did.
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Shereth jumped as he heard the horn from below, and watched terrified as the floor retracted from the sides of the temple. The smooth edges of the floor and wall now separated, showing the floor to be some sort of metal plate. He leaned over the edge of the moving floor, and was surprised to see several layers of the moving plates. He looked up to see that the ceiling was moving in the same fashion, retracting into a circle barely 12 feet in diameter. Bellea and Brutus were nowhere to be seen, probably still somewhere in the catacombs where he could leave them when all this was over. Shereth stood next to the altar in the center of the room, calling upon his powers to assist him. Skeletal wings sprouted from his back and then faded away; leaving behind an ethereal force he used to take to the air. Flying through the air, Shereth saw a very confused looking human and Kobold, with the humans lips still attached to the horn he heard earlier.
************************************************
Sethor released his lips from the horn and said something unintelligible. The noise from the retracting floor reduced anything he said to rubbish. Then he noticed something coming from the air above him.
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Shereth finished his dive and came back up gripping Sethor's clothing very tightly. He stared at the bard's eyes, and when he saw no fear, grinned. Shereth loosened the glove on the hand he wasn't using, watching it as it dropped into the abyss. Shereth reached slowly reached for Sethor's face. Sethor couldn't of anything, and finally hung limply in Shereth's grip. His hands twiddled nervously with his ring, and didn't realize that in the process he turned it around, revealing a pattern of a sun on the palm side. Sethor lost consciousness.
Shereth tried to look into Sethor's eyes again, but this time his vision was blurred; as if a piece of thin paper was being put in between him and his target. He felt something bump up against his hand, pushing it away from his victim. The Bard was surrounded by a bubble of force, and Shereth was no longer holding onto him. The Bard fell, and Shereth tried to follow him, but his target was falling faster. Faster. He was into the darkness before long, still falling. Shereth watched as the Kobold fell past him, following the Bard into the darkness.
"Ah well, too bad for the intruders."
Shereth went back up and prepared for the ceremony, pushing the encounter out of his mind by wondering how the floor plates levitated in the air.