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Crystal Smee

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t was a towering figure, filling the entire chamber. The room itself was quite small, and the dragon was crammed inside. It reared up on its hind legs with a ferocious roar. The ground shook as it came back down again, claws skittering on the stones. Larvald glanced at Glevea.

"I'll distract it," he mouthed hurriedly. She nodded, and he prayed she had understood correctly. Then he struggled to his feet and rushed the beast, screaming as he raised the warhammer above his head.

***

Zamorak grinned maliciously to himself. Five long years had passed in this abominable dungeon, though he knew it not. He had gone longer without sunlight. The place somewhat felt like home, dark and deep beneath the earth. He missed the blazing pits of fire in his lair, though. Yet now he knew he had succeeded. He would escape now.

He turned to the point of success. It had taken him endless days to complete this task as he searched and searched for the way to do it. And today he had found the right words. The right words to resurrect Ellya.

Now, she stood before him, a jumble of bones and muscle. He had not managed to repair her skin; that was not quite possible without much work. He didn't care. She looked just fine without her skin. A horrid sight, it was more appealing to him anyway. Most of the puddle had evaporated anyway.

18-Dec-2010 16:29:17

Crystal Smee

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Haha holy crap, I didn't know people were actually reading this! I can post some more for you...even though that comment was over a month ago, so I have no idea if you're actually still here.

But...what the hell.

24-May-2011 04:40:12 - Last edited on 24-May-2011 04:43:43 by Crystal Smee

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Chapter 3


Lance finally pried the door open with Amy's assistance. It jerked open, sending the pair stumbling forward into the corridor. There was a door to Lance's right. He brushed his dark hair out of his eyes and straightened his chainmail. He clutched a black shield in one hand and a light azure blade in the other. He peeked around the corner and drew back quickly as his heart leapt into his throat and his stomach did a flip. Now that he had seen them, he could almost feel the earth shaking beneath his feet as the pair of stone golems tromped about the room.

Towering up toward the invisible heights of the caverns, they appeared to be made of multiple boulders attached together. Gleaming scarlet eyes glared from gaps in these stones. Large fists made of chunks of granite were clenched and slamming into the walls in a frenzy. Lance pressed Amy back with one hand against the wall.

"Dangerous," he hissed, and turned to go in the other direction. He turned the corner with baited breath, seeing a door ahead. Amy passed him, nudging it open.

This room held four more of the golems. She gasped and slumped back against Lance. "We're trapped," she stammered between spasms for air.

"We'll have to run through one of the rooms," Lance declared boldly. Amy stared at him.

"Run? We'll get crushed!" she cried.

"It's the only way we have. Unless you want to go back to the starting room. We have to do something," he stated matter-of-factly. She sighed, gazing into his deep blue eyes. For a long time, she stood, lost in their depths. She could see Lance tensing under her stare, but then he relaxed, gazing back at her. She wasn't sure what his look displayed. Affection, maybe? She berated herself mentally. Wishful thinking.

24-May-2011 04:41:15 - Last edited on 26-Jun-2011 21:16:46 by Crystal Smee

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Finally, she nodded. "We'll make a break for it. Back in the one with two," she added playfully. Lance nodded gravely and led the way back toward the archway.

"Lean on the wall, be as small and inconspicuous as possible," he breathed, flattening himself against the stones. A spatter of liquid soaked through his armor onto his shirt and he grimaced. Amy barely stifled a laugh. She couldn't stop the choked, strangled noise that burst free of her throat. One of the golems whirled, stomping blinding toward them.

"Run!" she screamed, and released her cover to dash across the floor. Lance was right on her heels.

***

Matthew swallowed quickly with a sigh. "Obviously this contest is more than we thought it was. Although, he did warn us that only one contestant will survive." His eyebrows were furrowed in fear and worry.

Alyson shuddered. "Still," she gasped, wiping her mouth. "I can think of no more horrible fate.
Radstrom gulped too. "Let's...let's move on," he insisted, moving toward the door. A twist of the handle proved it locked, but a simple uttering from Radstrom defeated the hidden bolt. The corridor ahead was dark and shadowed. A torch flickered at the far end. Alyson could hear something scurrying about on the flagstone floor. She leaned against the wall, a spell of dizziness wavering her balance. Matthew rushed to her side, clutching her under the shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he questioned gravely. She nodded with a weak smile.

"This is just starting to scare me," she replied softly. Matthew patted her arm.

"Don't worry, Alyson," he rumbled. His voice was deep and masculine. "We'll protect you, rest assured." Clasping her arm in one strong fist, he guided her behind Radstrom. The trio carefully made their way through the corridor, tense and on the alert for any attack.

24-May-2011 04:41:37 - Last edited on 26-Jun-2011 21:17:11 by Crystal Smee

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They must have traversed the hall for at least an hour before a door appeared; the wood ancient and rotting. A fetid stench wafted through Alyson's nostrils. Radstrom tapped it with his staff and it collapsed inward in a heap of decayed timbers. The room was completely empty. A doorway, empty hinges decorated with rust, led into a much larger room. They filed through into it, yet this held little more of interest. Matthew made straight for a nearby doorway, keeping Alyson behind him, yet guarded by his hand upon her arm. The corridor was short and he stepped into yet another room.

A twang and a hiss jerked his head up just in time to see an arrow whizzing toward him, feathers spiraling through the air, gleaming arrowhead glittering with a green fluid.

***

Katherine smoothed Exile's hair away from his forehead. He was slick with sweat and panting, even in his unconsciousness. She didn't know what to do. Zyran stood behind her, wringing his hands in worry. Eta slumped in the corner. Katherine glanced at him, seeing the shock and pain on his face. Exile had saved him, but at what cost? The bites ranged all across his body; his arms, legs, and chest. Venom coursed through his body. She prayed he would wake soon.

As in answer to her prayers, his eyes fluttered open. She noted a quick, swallowed wince of pain. "Where...what...?" he mumbled groggily. She stroked his forehead again.

"How do you feel?" she asked, relief flooding her and easing the furious pounding of her heart. It had been nearly an hour of tense waiting, an hour of biting nails and praying.

"I don't know...can't feel...just...pain. Pain," he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. Katherine's heart wrenched. She wanted to help him, ease his pain, but she didn't know how.

24-May-2011 04:42:03 - Last edited on 26-Jun-2011 21:17:23 by Crystal Smee

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She didn't realize she had spoken aloud, but Exile smiled weakly. "I'll be fine," he assured her. There was the slightest hint of laughter in his voice and she flushed brightly. By this time, the other two had realized he was awake, and hurried to his side.

Eta knelt before the fallen hero. "I..." he faltered, "I can't thank you enough for saving me. Exile, I would have been torn to shreds. But instead it was you. I...I don't even know you. But I am in your debt."

"I'll be fine," he repeated. "You aren't...in my debt..." His words were slurred. Eta shook his head.

"You saved my life. Honor declares that I owe you my life now," he insisted.

"Honor is for pompous fools," snorted Exile, and Katherine choked down a laugh. Eta was degrading himself, laying himself at Exile's mercy, and Exile would have naught to do with it. Though considering his unselfish acts that had brought them to this point, it wasn't surprising. She was filled with respect for Exile, now.

Exile struggled to rise, but Katherine placed a hand on his chest. "You can't move, idiot," she chastened gently. "You've been bitten in multiple places by a bunch of crazed adders. You're filled with venom." She was surprised to find her throat clogging. "We need to find something to heal you."

"Where can we get an antipoison?" mused Zyran aloud. He moved to a lonely wardrobe in the corner, flinging open the drawers. He drew forth a small, dusty vial, filled with a greenish fluid.

"What's that?" blurted Eta.

"I have no idea," admitted Zyran. Katherine wondered what in the name of the Gods he thought he was doing. "We had better pray it works. It's our only hope."

Eta nearly choked. "You can't mean to give him that! A random potion! That could be anything!"

"Antipoisons are green," Zyran said cheerfully, feigning confidence. "We have to try."

24-May-2011 04:42:21

Crystal Smee

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Exile coughed feebly on the floor. "What do we have...to lose?" he chuckled weakly. "I'll die of the poison, I'll magically heal, or I'll die from whatever this is. Nothing to lose, I'm going to die anyway."

"Don't talk like that!" snapped Katherine without thinking. As Exile turned to gaze at her, she continued. "We'll save you somehow," she stated firmly. Zyran squatted beside Exile and tugged the cork free of the vial. Exile opened his mouth, and Zyran began to pour the mysterious fluid into his throat.

***

As Larvald raced toward the dragon, he stuffed his warhammer into his belt. At the last second, he jumped and caught ahold of an arm. There he swung precariously, struggled to climb up. His one hand, drenched in sweat, slipped and scrabbled on the scales. The dragon didn't even notice him.

He finally clambered onto the arm, straddling it. He winced at the uncomfortable position. Quickly, Larvald freed his hammer and raised it, squeezing his knees to balance.

Larvald slammed the hammer down onto the dragon's arm, directly into the joint in front of him. The joint buckled and Larvald tumbled to the dungeon floor. Now the dragon noticed him, unfortunately. It bellowed as its mighty head swiveled to face the attacker. Larvald could see a flash of gold as Glevea moved to attack now. He prayed to Guthix that her plan would work. He didn't particularly like rolling on the ground, dodging blasts of fire. His armless shoulder was a brazier of agony as he hit the stones once more.

Suddenly, the dragon let out a squeal of pain. The high-pitched shriek resounded in his head. Clamping his hand over one ear in a vain attempt to shut the noise out, he scrambled to his feet to see what Glevea had done. Sizzling blood leaked from a deep **** in the dragon's chest. It staggered, wavering on its gigantic feet. Then it collapsed.

24-May-2011 04:42:43 - Last edited on 26-Jun-2011 21:17:40 by Crystal Smee

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