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A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour - updated 19th December
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<blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2256109" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><strong><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Why is it closed now?"</span></strong></p><p></p><p>Milo lead the way through two or three more dusty rooms which were, Milo said, the quarters of the Dwarven miners. He assured his companions that they held absolutely nothing of interest. </p><p></p><p>However, whilst searching through a crumbled corner of what seemed to be draws of valuables (which Milo missed on his first trip), Torious smashed open the only locked drawer and withdrew a magnificently crafted pick with a head that looked like some sort of insect. Thalin informed Torious that it was the head of a Stirge, a large bloodsucking fly-monster. After a moment of concentration, Thalin confirmed that the pick was magical. </p><p></p><p>Milo pushed onwards, his companions in tow. Torious slung the pick into his belt, not really wanting to discard <em>Justicar</em> just yet.</p><p></p><p>Reaching the end of a long corridor, Milo darted ahead and disappeared into the darkness beyond an archway. Torious could sense the size of the chamber ahead, and felt a very faint breeze blowing over him. </p><p></p><p>Thalin pushed into the dimness of the chamber, blindly following Milo. Thalin jerked back as a strand of spider web brushed his face. Scraping the sticky web away, Thalin searched for definition to the room. He saw no walls visible beyond the meagre light. After straining to look at Milo’s tattered map in the flickering torchlight, Thalin sighed in exasperation and speaking a simple draconic verse, lit the blade of his scimitar with a brilliant glow. The entire chamber danced into visibility.</p><p></p><p>The chamber was shaped like a semi circle, with the door Thalin just entered from being opposite to three immense stone doors set into the flat edge of the chamber, all of which were closed. The floor was riddled with a matrix of rail tracks that disappeared into the thick stone of the three doors, and also into a solid wall to the mage’s left. <em>Some kind of mine cart junction</em>, mused Thalin.</p><p></p><p>On the right was a small ring of steps that approached a polished wooden door with a large, circular handle. Closed also. </p><p></p><p>Thalin looked up. He tensed involuntarily as he saw the chamber disappear into a mesh of huge spider webs only five or ten feet above him. The webs covered the entirety of the chambers ceiling.</p><p></p><p>Milo looked puzzled for a moment, then turned to Thalin and Torious, as the priest caught up.</p><p>“That middle door was open when I came. It was just open. Why is it closed now?” whined Milo, not sure why something in the ancient mines had changed in the short time since he had left.</p><p> </p><p>Torious stood for a moment then shouted out, pointing to a large lump in the centre of the room, almost completely obscured by the railings. With a cry he leapt over a mine cart and jogged to the centre of the room. Milo bounded alongside his companion to find what new surprise he had uncovered. </p><p></p><p>Thalin, distracted with trying to look for the source of a faint breeze, saw the running forms of his companions too late.</p><p></p><p>Milo crouched next to Torious and rolled the bundle over. As it turned, Torious jumped back at the sight of a dwarf face staring back at him. After a moments shock, Torious saw that the dwarf was dead. Recovering his wits about himself, the priest looked closer at the deep stab wounds all over the dwarf body, but his fingers were caught suddenly in a dust-thin strand of web leading into the mesh above him.</p><p></p><p>The sword spider tensed its huge form as the web vibrated gently, but surely. Moving closer, the arachnid eased silently into a pouncing position and without even shaking a single strand of its web, crept above the two men and child in alien silence. </p><p></p><p>Waiting for a moment to strike, the spider followed the metalled man and child as they moved. With no more than the sound of a breath, the sword spider dropped from its hiding place. Slick black legs spread then flexed under the dull grey body as the sword spider guided all eight of its chitinous legs into the back of the metalled man.</p><p></p><p>Torious looked up at the last moment, only to see a blur of a monstrous shadow land on his back and sprawl him forwards. </p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>- - - - - - - - - -</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><em>There was no pain, only the sensation of something running fingers along my back, then a soft push on the spine and a wet snap as something slid through my rib cage, protruding from my chest. </em></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><em>There was no pain, only a hot spill onto my chest and legs as the life’s blood surged forth, quick to escape the body when it is needed most.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><em>I looked down and saw my death; three blades of bone had tunnelled through me. </em></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><em>And then the blades withdrew, and there was pain. Such black pain as to swallow you completely, so utterly you can do nothing but shiver in agony. My soul was leased then, and I was taken to Elysium.</em></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2256109, member: 5507"] [B][COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Why is it closed now?"[/COLOR][/B] Milo lead the way through two or three more dusty rooms which were, Milo said, the quarters of the Dwarven miners. He assured his companions that they held absolutely nothing of interest. However, whilst searching through a crumbled corner of what seemed to be draws of valuables (which Milo missed on his first trip), Torious smashed open the only locked drawer and withdrew a magnificently crafted pick with a head that looked like some sort of insect. Thalin informed Torious that it was the head of a Stirge, a large bloodsucking fly-monster. After a moment of concentration, Thalin confirmed that the pick was magical. Milo pushed onwards, his companions in tow. Torious slung the pick into his belt, not really wanting to discard [I]Justicar[/I] just yet. Reaching the end of a long corridor, Milo darted ahead and disappeared into the darkness beyond an archway. Torious could sense the size of the chamber ahead, and felt a very faint breeze blowing over him. Thalin pushed into the dimness of the chamber, blindly following Milo. Thalin jerked back as a strand of spider web brushed his face. Scraping the sticky web away, Thalin searched for definition to the room. He saw no walls visible beyond the meagre light. After straining to look at Milo’s tattered map in the flickering torchlight, Thalin sighed in exasperation and speaking a simple draconic verse, lit the blade of his scimitar with a brilliant glow. The entire chamber danced into visibility. The chamber was shaped like a semi circle, with the door Thalin just entered from being opposite to three immense stone doors set into the flat edge of the chamber, all of which were closed. The floor was riddled with a matrix of rail tracks that disappeared into the thick stone of the three doors, and also into a solid wall to the mage’s left. [I]Some kind of mine cart junction[/I], mused Thalin. On the right was a small ring of steps that approached a polished wooden door with a large, circular handle. Closed also. Thalin looked up. He tensed involuntarily as he saw the chamber disappear into a mesh of huge spider webs only five or ten feet above him. The webs covered the entirety of the chambers ceiling. Milo looked puzzled for a moment, then turned to Thalin and Torious, as the priest caught up. “That middle door was open when I came. It was just open. Why is it closed now?” whined Milo, not sure why something in the ancient mines had changed in the short time since he had left. Torious stood for a moment then shouted out, pointing to a large lump in the centre of the room, almost completely obscured by the railings. With a cry he leapt over a mine cart and jogged to the centre of the room. Milo bounded alongside his companion to find what new surprise he had uncovered. Thalin, distracted with trying to look for the source of a faint breeze, saw the running forms of his companions too late. Milo crouched next to Torious and rolled the bundle over. As it turned, Torious jumped back at the sight of a dwarf face staring back at him. After a moments shock, Torious saw that the dwarf was dead. Recovering his wits about himself, the priest looked closer at the deep stab wounds all over the dwarf body, but his fingers were caught suddenly in a dust-thin strand of web leading into the mesh above him. The sword spider tensed its huge form as the web vibrated gently, but surely. Moving closer, the arachnid eased silently into a pouncing position and without even shaking a single strand of its web, crept above the two men and child in alien silence. Waiting for a moment to strike, the spider followed the metalled man and child as they moved. With no more than the sound of a breath, the sword spider dropped from its hiding place. Slick black legs spread then flexed under the dull grey body as the sword spider guided all eight of its chitinous legs into the back of the metalled man. Torious looked up at the last moment, only to see a blur of a monstrous shadow land on his back and sprawl him forwards. [CENTER][B]- - - - - - - - - -[/B][/CENTER] [COLOR=Yellow][I]There was no pain, only the sensation of something running fingers along my back, then a soft push on the spine and a wet snap as something slid through my rib cage, protruding from my chest. There was no pain, only a hot spill onto my chest and legs as the life’s blood surged forth, quick to escape the body when it is needed most. I looked down and saw my death; three blades of bone had tunnelled through me. And then the blades withdrew, and there was pain. Such black pain as to swallow you completely, so utterly you can do nothing but shiver in agony. My soul was leased then, and I was taken to Elysium.[/I][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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