Cheezit92:Where is Ratherdashng?!
Cheezit92
C)Take me to your leader!
Several outcasts chortled, but one pointed them in the direction of a broad passage leading off of the pit and under the stands. It was one of two through which beasts and contestants had entered the arena during the elitist's rule.
Their sprint down to it brought the noobs past Grogg's hole and Cheezit92 was surprised to hear a belch sound from within it. Despite the absence of noobs for fodder, it seemed, Grogg was still sustaining himself down in that damp darkness.
The corridor to Ratherdashng's meeting room had obviously underwent a thorough cleaning after the noobs had won the island. Yet some things could not be erased no matter the amount of scrubbing. Here one could see a faded plea to the Gods, there esoteric glyphs carved into the wall. When they passed underneath a portcullis set in the ceiling, Cheezit92 couldn't help picturing the noobs imprisoned behind those bars, watching the fate of one contestant and knowing they would be the next. It had been like that only days ago...
Another portcullis passed overhead, steel spikes barely protruding from the ceiling like an attempt by the rock to grow fangs, and then they were in a larger chamber. Some other people were also in this larger chamber. Ratherdashng looked up, bemused. His peasant's hood flared as brightly as ever, but today he wore an odd brown apparatus on it. What looked like a dish was suspended in his flames by wiry supports. Some sort of meat simmered slowly in it. Close beside him sat Dondelur, his bodyguard. A steel sphere was slowly being twisted into an object between his hands.
Baa Bleety, a level 68, reclined at the same table as Ratherdashng, an ornate, black wooden structure that looked like it had been whittled for the Black Knight's Castle. She proudly displayed full dragon armor that flickered fitfully with the fire.
Cheezit92
C)Take me to your leader!
Several outcasts chortled, but one pointed them in the direction of a broad passage leading off of the pit and under the stands. It was one of two through which beasts and contestants had entered the arena during the elitist's rule.
Their sprint down to it brought the noobs past Grogg's hole and Cheezit92 was surprised to hear a belch sound from within it. Despite the absence of noobs for fodder, it seemed, Grogg was still sustaining himself down in that damp darkness.
The corridor to Ratherdashng's meeting room had obviously underwent a thorough cleaning after the noobs had won the island. Yet some things could not be erased no matter the amount of scrubbing. Here one could see a faded plea to the Gods, there esoteric glyphs carved into the wall. When they passed underneath a portcullis set in the ceiling, Cheezit92 couldn't help picturing the noobs imprisoned behind those bars, watching the fate of one contestant and knowing they would be the next. It had been like that only days ago...
Another portcullis passed overhead, steel spikes barely protruding from the ceiling like an attempt by the rock to grow fangs, and then they were in a larger chamber. Some other people were also in this larger chamber. Ratherdashng looked up, bemused. His peasant's hood flared as brightly as ever, but today he wore an odd brown apparatus on it. What looked like a dish was suspended in his flames by wiry supports. Some sort of meat simmered slowly in it. Close beside him sat Dondelur, his bodyguard. A steel sphere was slowly being twisted into an object between his hands.
Baa Bleety, a level 68, reclined at the same table as Ratherdashng, an ornate, black wooden structure that looked like it had been whittled for the Black Knight's Castle. She proudly displayed full dragon armor that flickered fitfully with the fire.
27-May-2006 21:47:46