The drake hissed again at the newcomer and then turned and stalked back to stand at Crystals side.
The Dungeon (dead)
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"I'm Blights" He said, sheathing his sword, he looked to Basara. "Nice, Halberd, it would be rare to see someone using this amongst Elves, they don't commonly use them..." he looked at him again. "Good to see you can though, humans can be smart, although, not many." he smirked then held the torch out to get a clearer view of the room. "So what did that lizard thing say? Something about stepping carefully? Then we shall do just that" he headed off, being careful and making sure he didn't step on anything that looked like a trap. "Hurry up, or you will be in Darkness soon" he said to the others.
"I'm Cystal, Half-Dragon, and that's a pretty arm you have there." Cystal said with a girlish smile.
Basara raised his metal arm. He flexed his fingers and the cruel claws glinted in the light. Somehow, the claw itself seemed devoid of light, as if it would consume all the light in the world and never be full. "You think so? I wonder if you would think the same thing if you knew how I got it."
Name:Mocky
Gender:Male
Equipment: A magic staff, robe, hover boot (like in LoZ:OoT), A rune of regeneration for magic
Bio: Mocky a bounty hunter searching for a man with a huge bounty he was given a rune for a previous hit.
Other Information: trying to get his kids back he was blinded with acid from corporate fat cat who now tells him who to hit.
Gender:Male
Equipment: A magic staff, robe, hover boot (like in LoZ:OoT), A rune of regeneration for magic
Bio: Mocky a bounty hunter searching for a man with a huge bounty he was given a rune for a previous hit.
Other Information: trying to get his kids back he was blinded with acid from corporate fat cat who now tells him who to hit.
"Yes, I would say that." Cystal said with a nod. "My father was a warrior and I heard many of his friends stories when I was growing up. It's a pretty arm, no question about it."
Basara lashed out and came within millimeters of Crystal's face with his left hand. She never even had time to react. The claws on the hand begging for blood were yanked down like dogs on a leash. "Oh truly? What do you know?" Basara roared. "I have this as a sign of my status! I was a king! Then He came and ursurped my throne!" He continued in a deadly whisper, every word coming out like a red hot whip. "The slavers did this to me. See these bolts? Those mark where they nailed the metal to the bone. See the metal? That's where they melted it to my arm. There's no way to remove it without taking off the arm. Not even magic works. In my country, this is worse than a slave's brand. This is the utmost symbol of contempt for a slave. The claws themselves show that the owner is no better than a beast! Do you truly think it is so pretty now?" Crystal would now be able to see the rivulets of dried blood that seeped across the armor. Basara's blood. He retracted the arm. He turned around and walked into the next room.
Cystal took a moment to think on it and snorted. "Geese, take a chillpill elf. No one likes a showoff, nor a braggert." She muttered. "And for the record, it's shiny, and Dragons like shiny so yeah, still pretty."
Basara shook his head, somehow disgusted and intrigued at the same time by Crystal's naivete. "Whatever. Just hurry up, I want to get through the damn dungeon already."
Fanderus is about two meters away from the small passageway when he sees the group starting to move. "Finally" he thinks to himself and turns to the entrance.
Cystal followed Fanderus, jogging a little, a grin on her face. "Well what do you know! My mother is down here somewhere indeed!"
As the group descended lower into the dungeon, a chill swept through it, a chill that seemed to fill their bodies with dread and a weariness. When the small passage finally ended, the group ended up in an ice covered room, ice covering much of the walls and covereing a small pond in the middled of the cavernous room. In the center of the pond stood an island, basically a frozen wasteland compared to the rest of the room.
No creature was in site other than the small white drake that skipped happily around the room as if this was its home. It let loose a small white powder from its jaw and dove into the ice, swimming down into the depths of the pond.
No torches could be seen, a but a bright blue-ish white light filtered in from a small crack in the ceiling of the cavern.
No creature was in site other than the small white drake that skipped happily around the room as if this was its home. It let loose a small white powder from its jaw and dove into the ice, swimming down into the depths of the pond.
No torches could be seen, a but a bright blue-ish white light filtered in from a small crack in the ceiling of the cavern.
Cystal shivered. "Uuuuggghhhhhhhh... I hate the cold." She muttered. "I have a high tempreature, sure, but Ice Magic and the cold really pisses me off."
Fanderus starts shaking heavily as he sets his naked feet on the ice. "When I think about it, I really should have worn something on my feet. He turns to the others. "So what should we do now? Examine the island?".
Basara shook in the cold. He tied a rag around a stick and doused it in a small bit of kerosene. He turned to Crystal. "Hold this for a sec, will you?" She obeyed as Basara took out his halberd. He placed a rock right on top of the rag. "Little trick I learned down in the mines." He aimed and swung his halberd, hitting the rock right on the head. Sparks flew, igniting the rag. Instantly the rag was set alight. Basara nodded at his work. "Good. There, we have fire." He placed the halberd in the sheath and warmed his hands by the torch.
"Hm" Blights smiled. "You guys cold, this is nothing, I used to swim in these temperatures!" he jumped into the lake and swam towards the island. "You coming or what?" he shouted to them, they all looked at him. "I'm guessing, no?" Blights smiled again and swam towards the Island.
"I think I'll wait over here while you guys decide what to do. I ain't so good in the cold." Paran leant against the wall and watched incredulously as Blights swam across the freezing water. When he reached the other side, Paran called out, "Do you see anything?"