Daeron's Adventure (traveling thread)

[The Smith]

There was silence for a second then a rock exploded into the wall near Daeron's head. "I can see... and the light hurts my eyes..."

[Flex]

"Good." Daeron replies, striking flint and steel right next to the tip of the torch, hoping to light it in one and blind the beast.

[The Smith]

Sparks fly but do not catch the rag.

A rock flies through the air, and hits the back of Daeron hard. He slips several feet down the wall before he catches himself. He dropped the flint and steel, but the torch was just shoved deeper into his mouth.

He hears a sound similar to running from behind.

[Flex]

"Sn f a btch!" Daeron mutters, pulling the torch out of his mouth with one hand and slipping it back into his belt. He attempts to climb around to where the running is coming from.

[The Smith]

As he shifts he realizes the he is below the level of the floor. The shaft descended right past this level. He pulled himself up onto the floor, and could still vaguely hear the running sound.

[Flex]

Daeron grunts, pulls his sword and swiftly follows the noises of the running, one hand outstretched to warn him of walls.

[The Smith]

When he collided into a stalactite he lost his sword as he fell to the ground.

[Flex]

Daeron grumbled loudly, grabbing around the floor for his sword whilst still keeping an ear out for the Golem's movement.

[The Smith]

The Golem's movements faded away, but it did not take long to find his sword.

[Flex]

Daeron picks up his sword and stands up, remaining very still to see if he could hear any noise whatsoever.

[The Smith]

Only the steady, speedy beat of his own heart, and the occasional rasp of breath from between his lips.

[Flex]

Daeron slowly moved forwards, trying to make a little noise as possible. With his left hand he took the torch so he might have a blunt hitting object should he lose his sword. Well, he always had his daggers too.

[The Smith]

He crept though the darkness. Feeling stalactites, and stalagmites occasionally he avoided them. Then he stumbled into a part of the cavern that had clearly been carved. The floor was straight, the wall felt smooth.

[Flex]

Daeron paused for a moment, hoping his eyes would adjust a little to the darkness.

[The Smith]

With the absence of light, there was no adjusting.