--------He Who Must Perform the Task--------
Draac
looked intently at the piece of something from his box. "It's
glass. It's a shard of glass."
Martin, Kris, Shadow, and
Marc reply in unison, "It's half of a Crystal key!"
"Geez,
Draac," One of the other four added.
"Hey, I barely know you. Besides, you need to remember that I just recovered from a rock becoming roommates with my brain!"
"Don't make
me throw another one at you," Shadow stoops over clutching the
largest stone he could find.
"Well..." The group
continues bickering, except for Kris, as Martin reaches in one of the
many hidden pockets that line his clothing.
"People,
shut it! I have something."
"Oooh, you're telling me to
shut it? I don't even know you! Do you know my power?" Draac
replies to Martin's command.
"I said shut it. Now do as I
say or I won't stop Shadow's staff next time."
Draac
complies unhappily to Martin.
"Show me that half key you
have. Hmm, perfect match."
Martin fiddles with the key half
in his hands a bit producing a full Crystal key.
"Now, I'm willing to make a deal with all of you. I'll give my half of the key to Draac anyway, which sells at almost 100k, or," Martin holds the key before the other four, "we could get to know each other and our specialities by fighting through the Taverly Dungeon. We could also wreak havoc amongst the beast, and ending our stampede by opening the crystal chest. Who's in?"
All signal their participation except Kris.
Shadow snatches the key from Martin and presents it to Kris, "It's all up to you."
Kris calmly takes the key.
"I'll beat you all to the
chest."
Muffled noises can be heard through the black walls. Clangs, stomps, bumps, drops, scrapes, all sorts of noises. It must mean... Can't breathe...
Martin and Kris Race to the
front of the group, feeding off of each other's speed and teaming
their various abilities to take down the dungeonous creatures.
Martin slashes the side of a Hellhound, causing it to quickly
turn it's head to make for a bite.
Kris leaps as the blood from
the wound begins to flow, he kicks off of the open gash and knees the
Hellhound as it turned it's head to bite Martin.
Draac and Marc mass the lower leveled monsters, and slowly pile the bodies as they kill the outer rings of foes.
Shadow casts blast spells and ancient magicks to inflict damage on every living foe in the dungeon. He swipes his staff whenever one comes close, instantly killing the creatures.
"Finally, we made it," Martin rests to catch his breath, "we made it to the chest. Give Draac the key, it's his."
Draac takes unlocks the cest and lifts it.
"Uhh, guys?" Draac says nervously.
Marc grumbles, "What is it this time?"
Draac
turns around, with a limp body in his hands.
"He's not
breathing, Martin could you-"
"I'm already on it."
