Daeron's Adventure (traveling thread)

[Flex]

Daeron paused. Of course the Golem would pick to hide somewhere nobody went, but put himself in danger? He shook his head and turned around, following the other tunnel.

[The Smith]

Daeron turned and walked slowly back to the fork. Turning down the new passage he walked quite a long ways through the black oblivion until he came to a vertical shaft. It ran straight up and down, and he could not see the end of the shaft in either direction with his torch light.

[Flex]

Daeron looked around the shaft with his torch, trying to see if there was a rope or a ladder leading down.

[The Smith]

There was no rope or ladder, but the wall looks climbable, but dangerous.

[Flex]

Daeron sighs and kneels down, putting his feet where the best place to start climbing is and sheathing his sword. He puts out the torch, little use it would be anyway, fastenes it to his belt and starts veeeeeeeeeeryyyyyyyyyyyyy slowly and carefully climbing down.

[The Smith]

Daeron slowly moved down the wall, every step and handhold took even longer to find in the dark. With his chest pressed against the wet wall.

It seemed years were slowly passing as he climbed down the wall. He had no idea of where he was, and seemed unsure he was still climbing down, when he heard the voice.

The voice was raspy, like steel on stone, and after every syllable there was an odd popping sound, like a jaw bone dislocating. "Are you from him?" The voice echoed around the dark space, but Daeron felt sure it came from behind.

[Flex]

Daeron stopped abruptly, turning his neck enough to try and spot anything in the darkness. "Who is that!?"

[The Smith]

The voice creaked in a long sigh? or scream? "I am who you seek" The last word seemed to last minutes. There was a rustle in the black that sounded like movement. "Who is this?"

[Flex]

The Golem! "I am Prince Daeron Targaryen!" He said, as strong enough as he could in this womb of darkness. He slowly lowered one foot to see if he was on ground level. "Why do you take young girls from their homes?" He asked.

[The Smith]

Daeron could feel no ground below him.

There was a hissing noise, almost like water boiling, "Is this why you hunt me? It must be." The popping noise that punctuated his speech grew more defiant as he spoke.

[Flex]

"Answer my question, Golem!" Daeron said forcefully, wondering how on earth he would take on this creature in these conditions.

[The Smith]

"If I were to not... I have met the darkness, and you are not he." His voice rasped and popped, seemed to move a bit like some one pacing.

[Flex]

"What are you talking about?" Daeron asked, slowly moving his hand to his torch and pulling it out, before putting the butt end of it in his mouth.

[The Smith]

"If you light that... I will hit you with a rock... and you will fall to your death..."

[Flex]

Daeron moved the torch to the side of his mouth. "Well then you'd better tell me what you have done with the girls!" He said, fidgeting for his flint and steel.