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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 23:38:48 GMT -5
He feels around, trying to ignore Damien's incessant screaming, and jory's occasional whimpers about "how I can't feel his legs your grace." Nobody likes a complainer.
Eventually Daeron finds the lantern. It had shattered, and the ground was wet with oil. Some rags and the bar from Damien's head, and he might be able to make a torch.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 23:41:24 GMT -5
Daeron swallowed hard and grabbed the rags, feeling his way back to Damien. "Okay, this might hurt a little but stay still." He set the rags down and grabbed the metal bar. Clenching his teeth, Daeron pulled as hard as he could.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 23:42:11 GMT -5
The man actually stopped screaming. Daeron realized a second later that this was because he was dead, but at least the Prince could hear himself think.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 23:44:33 GMT -5
Cursing silently, Daeron wrapped the rags around the pole, took out his flint and steel and set to lighting the makeshift torch.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 23:47:33 GMT -5
It catches quickly, and soon Daeron can see the devastation around him, shattered and twisted metal, Damien, maimed and dead, and Jory, his lower body twisted beyond all recognition as if some god had taken him, and simply folded him like a girl's paper doll.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 23:48:42 GMT -5
"Oh my...." Daeron manages, before dropping to his knees and throwing up, making sure none of the sick went on the torch. When he was done he rose and looked around for a tunnel.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 23:50:08 GMT -5
There was a tunnel up ahead, it seemed to go on for a long way, well beyond the range of the torch.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 23:52:05 GMT -5
Daeron sighed and turned to Caswell. "Listen, I am going to follow the tunnel... if anything happens then..." He pulled out one of his daggers and set it down besides Jory. With a nod to the man Daeron followed the tunnel, drawing his sword as he went.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 23:57:17 GMT -5
"Please...please don't leave me your grace! Your grace! Please.. Pleasee Gods don't leave me alone in the dark..."
Daeron eventually continued until he couldn't hear or see where he had come from, and the tunnel continued on.
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Post by Flex on Dec 16, 2009 0:02:10 GMT -5
Daeron had been close to returning to the man but he knew that if the Golem really way down here it was more important finding him. He continued along the tunnel hoping he would come to an end soon.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 16, 2009 0:03:16 GMT -5
Eventually the tunnel split into two forks.
One had a sign that said "Danger!!! Tunnel Closed! DO NOT GO THIS WAY!"
The other one said nothing.
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Post by Flex on Dec 16, 2009 0:05:08 GMT -5
Daeron smiled grimly, holding the torch to the ground to see if any one had come this way recently.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 16, 2009 0:09:14 GMT -5
There floor was pure hard rock, there was no evidence of any trail at all.
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Post by Flex on Dec 16, 2009 0:15:10 GMT -5
Daeron tried to fight his insticts but could not. With another sigh he went down the parth with the sign, torch held high in front of him so he could see any danger well ahead in time.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 16, 2009 0:17:30 GMT -5
Daeron kept walking, the torch held high, as he strained to see ahead of him as far as he could.
He reached another sign.
"WARNING! Tunnel UNSAFE!"
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Hope you all are well and happy.