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Past the altar, was a spiraling staircase leading upwards. But he recalled the upper portions of this place were still buried, making it risky to be up there, incase the whole place came down. What else? Two doors on either side of him. He peaked through them both, and saw very long, very wide hallways, with several rows of finely crafted, mahogany doors. Deciding to enter the left wing of the building first, he stepped into the black-as-night hall.

On the walls existed text that he couldn’t understand. It bothered him he couldn’t decipher it, and he wasn’t sure why. Twisting the first door handle, he heard a door a few meters ahead slam shut. He bolted after the sound like a dog for a ball, and flung the door open, fist clutched, eyes narrowed… empty. He cautiously entered, and shut the door to make sure nothing could sneak up behind him while he explored. There was a bed in here, well. Sheets on the floor with a pillow. Several pots existed, containing preserved food, and prayer books to different dieties and religions.

Some of the vases were filled with water, and… was this a mummified.. Bird? He realized, this was a tomb. A very big tomb, to someone who was very important. He felt his stomach turn, he hated the idea of searching a dead man’s last resting place. But he had to save himself! The dead won’t care! With that, he took a drink of water. Feeling somewhat refreshed, and calm. He stood and left the room.

Torches lined the walls, burning as fiercely as torches that were freshly set. Feeling his cool, collected mindset fade somewhat, he decided to turn his lantern off and take advantage of this situation. He grabbed a torch from the wall and…

“Ah!” the wood was as scolding hot as the flame itself. A shadow on his peripheral vision. He stood, falsely examining the torch, waiting for it to make a move. It suddenly lurched forward at a quicker pace than would be humanly possible. Swinging his fist, and seeing it nearly connect to the creature…

02-Feb-2011 01:47:26

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The torches died, his fist dragged through air. He turned his lantern on as quickly as possible, and… nothing. He put the light to the wall, and the torches were indeed there, but now looked as if they’d been burned out for eons.

He opened another door, unsure of what else to do. “I wish I would’ve kept that pick handle.” He regretted.

The first few rooms were of no notable interest. The third he entered, filled him with discomfort. A surgery bed, and restraining straps for unruly patients, and various organs displayed in clear jars. But… he did manage to find a few rolls of gauss. He jammed them into his pockets. “Why aren’t there any scalpels in here? No bonesaws, nothing I could fight with..”

He took down the jar which displayed a heart inside. And shining the lantern to it up close, he was relieved to see it was just a very accurate, though entirely fake object. The kind you’d expect in a classroom. Stepping back into the main hall, he closed the door as he left. Hearing distinctive grunts of pain from a muffled mouth, as the sound of punctured flesh rang in his ears.

He threw the door open, and… “It’s just in your head, you dumb ass.” He thought to himself. Shutting the door again, a single torch was lit. He decided to enter the room next to it. There it was again! The same noise! It must be from the door over. The door was slightly ajar, he pushed it open. The eighth miner? …No, a priest, laying in a heap on the floor.

“Are you ok?!” this room was full of candles, all of them lit, but yet there was no sign of a predator, no killer. Just the priest.

“Help me! Get me out!” he tried to stand, but his legs seemed useless. Lear moved quickly towards him, but.

“Buddy, did you see that?” A pair of candles had died at random.

02-Feb-2011 01:47:54 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2011 08:58:16 by Baron Ogre

Baron Ogre

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“What? No* please hurry!” Lear ignored his cries, and scanned the room, there was about ten candles scattered about, two went out, and.. He looked high, into the ceiling that went higher than it should’ve, and saw a pair of glowing embers.

A creature unlatched itself from the ceiling, Lear managed only a glimpse as it collided with the floor with a loud, fleshy “smack” the candles died with the landing, and the priest roared in agony as he was dragged up the wall, and out of sight by the thing. “Priest!? Priest??” A wet thud, Lear aimed the lantern at his feet. The man’s arm lay there before him.

Deciding not to linger around, Lear turned to the door, but it was already there. It was only a few inches taller than Lear, but appeared very muscular. It’s flesh a blue-black, it’s face concealed by a strangely designed mask. The mask was made to resemble a handsome man, it’s details almost questionably perfect. The mouth was missing, allowing decayed teeth to display proudly.

Lear’s heart thumped as if it wished to escape his ribs, “AGGGGHHH!” He screamed as if trying to assert his dominance, and reared back and smashed his fist into the creature, to no effect. It was similar to punching cold concrete. Pulling his digits back in pain, he gasped as what seemed like a large worm slithered rapidly from the mouth of the creature. Turning to run, he suddenly found it had entangled itself around his throat, and had him hanging in air. Keeping his mind collected, he played with the latch on his lantern, wishing to remove the glass lens and expose the open flame.

His grip began to weaken, his eyes blurred, the thing just watched as if the appendage that was murdering Lear did*’t belong to him at all. He choked, and gasped, but to no avail, when.. Almost..

02-Feb-2011 01:48:26

Baron Ogre

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He pressed the exposed and hungry flame to the tongue, which quickly contracted and recoiled as the flesh bubbled and blackened further. He was allowed to fall to the ground, and hit the floor with a harder impact than he had hoped for. His lantern slipped and pointed uselessly into the wall on the other half of the tiny room.

He couldn’t see in the perpetual darkness, and he made a desperate dash to his light source. He felt a swift kick to his shin, and collapsed, falling into some sort of table, knocking over whatever was arranged on top. Before he grabbed the lantern, he broke off the table leg, and stood. His back braced against the wall, makeshift club raised, light frantically searching the room… he felt his necklace which was tucked under his shirt and jacket get ripped from his neck.

He roared out, and lifted his club and took a strike at the creature. And yet, all he saw was the tongue slither upwards into the abyss above. That necklace was the last object he owned to remind him of his late father. He felt a surge of hate for the… whatever it was. “Let’s just get out,” He thought “What the hell is your problem? We’re getting that necklace back.” He argued with what he considered his grandest foe.

Undecided he stepped back into the hallway, the lights were out, his lantern seemed low on fuel due to it’s fading brightness, and now he was faced with staying to retrieve the object of unmatchable sentimental value, or continuing as planned to simply leave.

End of Chapter Three.

Fuming in his anger, he felt particularly discriminate at the writing on the wall that made no sense to him. He just knew there was a message in there that was important to his survival, directions to navigate this tomb, something.

02-Feb-2011 01:48:47 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2011 09:02:05 by Baron Ogre

Baron Ogre

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He searched room by room, and flipped through every book he saw in hopes that something would make sense. Nothing did, of course. They were all in alien tongue, the pictures seemed related to burial and persevering the dead. Nothing Lear felt concerned with at that time. He found another vase of cool, clean water. He took a drink, and sitting it back down, noticed a dim pair of eyes starring him down.

In a similar fashion to a bull, he charged past it, and flipped the eyes, and consequently the rest of the creature over him and bolted down the hall back towards the lobby. He heard it’s grunts of anticipation for a new target to kill catching up with him, but it was only when he peered back that he felt concern. It was gone.

His head whipped and snapped all around, and.. “Ah!” he smashed his makeshift club into the temple of the masked thing as it fell towards him off the ceiling. It let out a whimper, but he wasn’t going to assume it dead. He raised and lowered his tool in a hammer-swinging motion. His tanned jacket was stained from sweat and oil and other substances encountered while working on large ships, but now it had a myriad of stains to add to the collection.

“What.. Are you?” he mumbled aloud, as if half expecting an answer. He only stopped swinging his weapon because it had broken in two pieces, and rested the broken shard of wood into the abdomen of the slain thing. It’s mask seemed crafted with less care than his previous encounter. He shone the lantern directly onto it’s face, and felt around the edges of the unidentified white-gold like material.

02-Feb-2011 01:49:14

Baron Ogre

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That’s where he encountered a problem, there wasn’t an edge to the mask. He felt sickened when he realized it was somehow, seamlessly attached into the skull and surrounding skin. He blinked several times, before continuing towards the lobby, ignoring the torches which seemed to light or unlight at whim. He stepped back outside briefly, seeing the entrance was still defiantly barricaded by untimely stones. Surely if there was a medical room in this construction, there’d be a farmer’s room, with tools to escape waiting eagerly to be used again.

Entering the right wing of the building, he sighed. He agreed to do this job for about one month’s pay check. If he knew it involved all this, he would have never accepted. The first room he searched contained a full body mirror. Stepping before it, he was startled. His neck was bleeding from patterned cuts… “The tongue..” he quickly employed a roll of his gauss to stem the flow of blood, which had begun staining his collar.

After tying off the wounds, he peaked out into the hall. Yanking his head back into the doorway, he spotted a pair of the creatures wondering from up ahead together. He wasn’t sure if they noticed him or not, he couldn’t tell if they were looking at him in the darkness. He gathered in his mind he would have to kill them, but how?

Glancing about the room, he saw only the mirror and a few beauty care items along with a pillow to sit upon, presumably while doing your makeup. He stood back before the looking glass. “I am bigger than those things, but…” he looked at the bandages on his neck. “What if that happens again?” His mind wondered briefly, but long enough.

He recalled running from bullies as a young boy, and then, he remembered his toes bleeding profusely from a shard of broken glass he trotted upon while playing.

02-Feb-2011 01:49:29

Baron Ogre

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He kicked the mirror, causing it to shatter loudly. He confirmed the creatures heard him as their claws racked against the wooden door. He prayed it’d hold them long enough. He selected two suitably large pieces of mirror that almost seemed to resemble some delicate, decorative daggers. He took the pillow case, and tore it into strips to wrap around the weapons, to prevent them from cutting himself too easily.

He sat the lantern pointing towards the door from the far corner, and positioned himself on the opposite side of the room. He crept quickly to the door, and opened it only slightly. The creatures quickly noticed, and their skeletal fingers crept inside, and then ripped the door open. They charged the lantern, and Lear ambushed the one which entered last. He put it in a headlock, and put his knife in and out of what he assumed to be it’s kidneys as quickly as he could. The second, turned and, upon seeing the corpse of it’s former companion attacked Lear mercilessly.

His first knife was broken as the thing swiped it from his hand and into the ground, and Lear found himself unable to draw his second while trying to defend himself from it’s unrelenting blows. It did*’t really have claws, he noticed. They were just yellow, and horrendously overgrown nails. Catching it’s wrist, he managed to rear back and slam his knuckles into the thing’s gut. It seemed pained by the blow, and he was offered a window of opportunity.

Without a second thought, he brought the knife into it’s jugular. It did*’t relent for several more seconds, gripping Lear by the shoulder, and bombing his ribs with several punches that were very energetic for the relatively small thing. Lear finally let out an “ARGH!” and pushed it into the ground, where it remained. He was pleased his weapons worked as well as they did, he felt more confident about searching the rest of the rooms in this hall.

02-Feb-2011 01:49:53

Baron Ogre

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He entered what seemed to be a small library. Three book cases, one on each wall except of course, for the doorway. He spotted a rolled up cloth-looking chart which was standing up in the left corner of the room. He picked it up, and grinned ear to ear. It was a map, and it seemed to list the purpose of every room as well, but there were no symbols to go by, he would be guided by the words alone, words he did*’t understand. He left the map opened on the floor, as he pulled book after book from the shelves.

All of the books were of fine leather covers, some boasting lavish gem encrusting and gold trimmings, and yet this one seemed to catch his eye. Pulling it from behind another pair, he rubbed the odd black gems that lined the spine of the tome, and found himself unable to identify them. There were no words or markings on the outside cover, but opening it. “Finally, a bit of luck.”

The book was for use in translating this long forgotten language, and he dropped to his knees and excitedly began translating the map. Up the staircase he would find a large door called the “Passage” though where it lead was left uncharted. Though also upstairs, was a room entitled “Supplies and storage.” Perfect, he schemed. He was going to run as fast as he could to that room, and then right out the front door.

He lumbered out of the library and set his legs into motion, carrying him swiftly down the hall and back into the lobby, and from here he did*’t pause for even a brief moment before taking the stairs two or three steps at a time. A marble statue of two disembodied wings forever frozen in flight stood at the top of the staircase. He heard a shuffling, something moved… but, there was a plaque beneath the statue, he had to translate it.

02-Feb-2011 01:50:09

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He removed the book from his jacket and flipped through the pages rapidly, piecing together the sentence as the noise grew louder. A grunt was clearly audible, and it seemed to alert other heavy feet to his presence. He felt panic building up inside him, steps were coming from the staircase now. *Run! Run!” he felt his legs instinctively jolting forward. There! “Beating wings much paralleled the panicked beating hearts of those before him. Wings will forever immortalize his presence.”

A piercing sense of anguish finally forced him to acknowledge those closing upon him. Waving his lantern in every direction - starting with the staircase - he was much confused to see nothing. “Run!” His mind echoed, and this time, he obeyed. Quickly reaching the storeroom, he found the door locked, though this only slowed him for a few minutes. After a series of kicks and shoulder rams, he finally had gained access.

It smelled of stale food, and chemicals inside though it did*’t stall his advance. The room was large and rectangular, with shelves of food, urns of wine, and eventually, piles of crates. Searching crate by crate. He lost track of time as he rummaged, but he eventually located a crowbar. Grasping it filled him with a sense of power; this piece of clawed steel would be more than a match for a dozen of those masked things, and rocks alike.

He’d be able to swing it like a pick and lever out boulders, he had what he came for. He jogged out of the storeroom, and headed for the staircase. Halfway down, he heard an unmistakable woman’s scream, followed by a loud splashing noise. It was coming from behind him, but now the exit was insight. “Just one more room..” He ran back, and spotted the large, steel door covered In chains, this was the so called passage. Lifting his hands to the cold metal coils, they instantly fell from the door with an earsplitting metal-on-metal “Clank!” He pushed the door open with a bit of effort.

02-Feb-2011 01:50:45

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Inside there was one pillar containing a bowl filled with glowing embers. he couldn’t help but to think the red tint gave the room an eerie look. Lurking just behind the bowl, was a steel door set in the concrete floor. Perplexed as to where it might lead, he gave the doorknob a strong tug, which sent him crashing to the ground in surprise. The handle shattered, and suddenly looked rusted over, as did the door itself. Levering in his crowbar, let out a grunt and forced the suddenly rust-sealed entrance open.

He did*’t like what he saw; water. A blackness only matched by a crow waited beyond the door, his lantern entirely failed to illuminate the water. Deciding enough was enough, he turned to leave. It did*’t matter what existed beyond the body of liquid, or if a woman had just drowned inside of it. He was leaving.

His heart sank to his stomach, he felt sweet build in his palms. There it was, in the doorway… wearing his father’s necklace! It stood mockingly with it’s arms crossed, it’s tongue snaking in and out of his mouth. Gripping his tool tightly, he was convinced he’d just as well pry this thing from the doorway as he would a board.

He changed his breathing pattern, deep, slow breaths. He watched it closely, what weapons does he have? Focus, focus… we just need one good hit. He left off a vicious swipe, and briefly closed his eyes. One second, maybe two, but oh how much longer it felt to him. He prayed for the sickening sound of metal colliding with head.

Clang! Balance compromised, he struck the doorframe and stumbled. It gave him a breath taking kick to the gut, sprawling him out on the floor. He pushed himself back to his feet just in time to counter a simple punch. He leapt to the left, and hooked the crowbar around it’s calf. With a quick and powerful pull, he took it off it’s feet. Seizing the moment, he brought his weapon down, to no avail. It unleashed it’s tongue, which coiled around the crowbar and yanked It from Lear’s grasp.

02-Feb-2011 01:50:56

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