Lethislavania
04-11-2004, 03:31
Pulling his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his dirt encrusted face, the man looked over. The grey ceiling of the cavern hovered over him menacingly, the stalactites ready to bite through him at any given moment. Dotted with guano and eons-old pebbles, the ground oozed with a watery slime. Thomas's legs ached with pain, his knees felt like rusty hinges on a large door. Sitting down, he tucked his shirt back in and loocked at Chris sadly. "Are we close to them at all?"
The younger man looked over, his blue eyes tinged with red. "I...I don't know. I've lost contact with their signals." Sighing, he pulled out his rusty canteen and opened it, only to find his final salvation gone. "I'm out..." He sighed, his throat feeling like coarse sandpaper.
Thomas sighed a bit, and handed over his half-full canteen. "Have the rest - You need it more than I do..." Continuing to trek down the road, the ardous trail was worsening. It seemed as though there was a "bottomless" pit every 10 seconds, and the cavern was getting increasingly smaller. "Chris... We have a problem."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Uh..." Up ahead, a large amber glow illuminated the room, casting a hazy glow on the limestone cave. "What - What is that thing?"
Chris shook his head, slowly backing up. The intensity of the glow increased, and Thomas soon realized what it was. A giant portal stood open, swirling quicker and quicker. The amber waves formed a whirpool of chromativ materials, which somehow bent the very fabric of time and physics. Thomas quickly ran over to Chris. "Don't move." Shaking, the cave began to open up, like a giant opening it's mouth. Jets of crimson flame shot out of the crevices running along side the two unfortunate explorers. Two eyes opened. And so did a mouth.
Outside, a man got out his car. His large, grey mustache jostled in the wind, and his yellow-safari suit ruffled. He yelled in his obnoxious accent. "What in the bloody hell is going on here?" He ran over to the cave entrance, only to see the ground open up in front of him. Steam shot forth, followed by large shots of fire ina brilliant array of colours. Eyes wide open, the man shot back to the car, as quickly as his arthritic legs could carry him. The ground began to shake, and a monotonous beating occured, and became louder. Like a pair of drums, it beat on the earth. Shoving his keys into the ignition, the old fellow started his car and punched the accelerator and flew forward. The hole in the ground increased, getting much larger. The flames began to subside, and two long bones stuck out of the ground.
"Thomas? Chris?" The old man shreaked, scared. The bones came out, growing larger. Then a head, with two eyes on each side. "What in the name of the faire lord?" The man fiddled with his seatbelt and hopped out. The creature pulled out two wimpy arms, that ended with long knife-like apendages. It's brownish-red skin contrasted with the dense foilage of the forest.
"Mister Winkling. We meet again." The voice bellowed, a deep sound that echoed throughout the forest. The ground shook with every syllable spoken. The eyes of the beast glinted, and he pulled himself out of the steaming ground. It's body was long, with three elephantine legs on each side, thick and stubby. It's torso was that of a horse, though with coarse, blotted skin. And it had a long, reptilian-like tail, with a large, pointed blade at the end. His head was that of a dragon, with two large demon horns at the top. He was easily 70-odd feet tall, and he smelled of sulfur. "So, sire, you have two options: Serve me or perish." He laughed a deep, coarse bellow, that echoed for a while. The air filled with silence.
"I-I refuse to do either." The man muttered it once more, as though he needed to make himself believe so.
"You idiotic human. I am but 3500 years old, a mere teenager, and even I know you are ready to run. You will serve me." The Creature threw his head back in disgust, and a serieis of henchmen arose from within the hole. Golems, with pods that held brains and spirits. Massive, oozing globs of anything an alchemist could dream of. Towering mountains of moving flesh, that consumed anything in sight. The man felt warm inside, and looked down and noticed his soiled pants.
"You... You..." He bowed his head down, his pompous, self-rightous accent all but gone. "I will serve you..."
The being smiled, showing his crooked, gleaming teeth. "I knew you would. Come along now, hurry. We have much work to do." Eyes glowing, a passion burning inside, the demon set off to begin his carnage.
The last of the beasts gone, Thomas pulled himself out of the small crawlspace. Aching throughout, Thomas looked over at Chris. Chris's body lay on the cave ground, his skin nothing but charred, black ashes. Yellow and pale, his bones lay beneath the dead skin, clinging to each other threw some forgotten bond. Thomas almost gagged, his face turning red. "How... How in the..." His voice trailed off, as hot and stining tears began to cascade down his face.. What monster needed to kill his best friend? Looking around, he realized that the cave was now a ruin - It's magnificent features, taking millions of years to form, were now nothing but a pille of useless pebble.
Crawling out of the cave, Thomas almost gasped. "G-grand father? Where are you?" His voice sounded small, as though he was a child once again. Frowning, his skin forming wrinkles above his head, he pulled out his phone. Flipping it open, he pressed the 'Talk' button and listened. Static. He looked at the screen, which no longer had a signal. "What the-?" He slunk down to his knees, and sadly looked at the ground. The green moss had been stamped into oblivion. Then he noticed a pattern. Large, ovalish indentations. Footprints.
OOC: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it isn't much. But it'll improve. Hopefully someone will be interested in joining me.
The younger man looked over, his blue eyes tinged with red. "I...I don't know. I've lost contact with their signals." Sighing, he pulled out his rusty canteen and opened it, only to find his final salvation gone. "I'm out..." He sighed, his throat feeling like coarse sandpaper.
Thomas sighed a bit, and handed over his half-full canteen. "Have the rest - You need it more than I do..." Continuing to trek down the road, the ardous trail was worsening. It seemed as though there was a "bottomless" pit every 10 seconds, and the cavern was getting increasingly smaller. "Chris... We have a problem."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Uh..." Up ahead, a large amber glow illuminated the room, casting a hazy glow on the limestone cave. "What - What is that thing?"
Chris shook his head, slowly backing up. The intensity of the glow increased, and Thomas soon realized what it was. A giant portal stood open, swirling quicker and quicker. The amber waves formed a whirpool of chromativ materials, which somehow bent the very fabric of time and physics. Thomas quickly ran over to Chris. "Don't move." Shaking, the cave began to open up, like a giant opening it's mouth. Jets of crimson flame shot out of the crevices running along side the two unfortunate explorers. Two eyes opened. And so did a mouth.
Outside, a man got out his car. His large, grey mustache jostled in the wind, and his yellow-safari suit ruffled. He yelled in his obnoxious accent. "What in the bloody hell is going on here?" He ran over to the cave entrance, only to see the ground open up in front of him. Steam shot forth, followed by large shots of fire ina brilliant array of colours. Eyes wide open, the man shot back to the car, as quickly as his arthritic legs could carry him. The ground began to shake, and a monotonous beating occured, and became louder. Like a pair of drums, it beat on the earth. Shoving his keys into the ignition, the old fellow started his car and punched the accelerator and flew forward. The hole in the ground increased, getting much larger. The flames began to subside, and two long bones stuck out of the ground.
"Thomas? Chris?" The old man shreaked, scared. The bones came out, growing larger. Then a head, with two eyes on each side. "What in the name of the faire lord?" The man fiddled with his seatbelt and hopped out. The creature pulled out two wimpy arms, that ended with long knife-like apendages. It's brownish-red skin contrasted with the dense foilage of the forest.
"Mister Winkling. We meet again." The voice bellowed, a deep sound that echoed throughout the forest. The ground shook with every syllable spoken. The eyes of the beast glinted, and he pulled himself out of the steaming ground. It's body was long, with three elephantine legs on each side, thick and stubby. It's torso was that of a horse, though with coarse, blotted skin. And it had a long, reptilian-like tail, with a large, pointed blade at the end. His head was that of a dragon, with two large demon horns at the top. He was easily 70-odd feet tall, and he smelled of sulfur. "So, sire, you have two options: Serve me or perish." He laughed a deep, coarse bellow, that echoed for a while. The air filled with silence.
"I-I refuse to do either." The man muttered it once more, as though he needed to make himself believe so.
"You idiotic human. I am but 3500 years old, a mere teenager, and even I know you are ready to run. You will serve me." The Creature threw his head back in disgust, and a serieis of henchmen arose from within the hole. Golems, with pods that held brains and spirits. Massive, oozing globs of anything an alchemist could dream of. Towering mountains of moving flesh, that consumed anything in sight. The man felt warm inside, and looked down and noticed his soiled pants.
"You... You..." He bowed his head down, his pompous, self-rightous accent all but gone. "I will serve you..."
The being smiled, showing his crooked, gleaming teeth. "I knew you would. Come along now, hurry. We have much work to do." Eyes glowing, a passion burning inside, the demon set off to begin his carnage.
The last of the beasts gone, Thomas pulled himself out of the small crawlspace. Aching throughout, Thomas looked over at Chris. Chris's body lay on the cave ground, his skin nothing but charred, black ashes. Yellow and pale, his bones lay beneath the dead skin, clinging to each other threw some forgotten bond. Thomas almost gagged, his face turning red. "How... How in the..." His voice trailed off, as hot and stining tears began to cascade down his face.. What monster needed to kill his best friend? Looking around, he realized that the cave was now a ruin - It's magnificent features, taking millions of years to form, were now nothing but a pille of useless pebble.
Crawling out of the cave, Thomas almost gasped. "G-grand father? Where are you?" His voice sounded small, as though he was a child once again. Frowning, his skin forming wrinkles above his head, he pulled out his phone. Flipping it open, he pressed the 'Talk' button and listened. Static. He looked at the screen, which no longer had a signal. "What the-?" He slunk down to his knees, and sadly looked at the ground. The green moss had been stamped into oblivion. Then he noticed a pattern. Large, ovalish indentations. Footprints.
OOC: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it isn't much. But it'll improve. Hopefully someone will be interested in joining me.