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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 4475753" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued)</strong></p><p></p><p><em>Stupid</em>, he cursed silently as the spikes drove through his armor, shredding skin and splintering bone. YES, the feminine voice from the sword agreed. VERY STUPID. Aramil’s mind exploded with pain as his body continued to thrash on the spears and a fire borne of magic erupted. </p><p></p><p>His flesh blackened, the life oozed from his broken body. A numbness spread down his spine. POISON, she informed. </p><p></p><p>“I’m not dead yet,” Aramil swore, blood staining his blistered lips. </p><p></p><p>LISTEN, she demanded.</p><p></p><p>He pushed at the screaming agony in his body, issuing from his body. Pushed, shoved, mastered it. He found no silence beyond his howling. A soft tic-ticking was nearby. </p><p></p><p>Aramil twisted, a spike tore the side of his neck. But his head twisted so he could see the device in the wall. A silver panel fashioned as a blade of a guillotine crawled toward the top of the device, a clock recording the resetting of the trap Aramil assumed. At the bottom of the guillotine, a prostrate form lied headless.</p><p></p><p>“$*!*,” he swore. </p><p></p><p>TIME IS ALMOST UP. For the first time, Aramil noted sadness in that voice. He turned his head toward where he had fallen.</p><p></p><p>“Hurry.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"> * * * </p><p></p><p>“What would you like me to do?” Rhynos asked as he slouched against the wall.</p><p></p><p>“Die,” Cassock spat. Rhynos chuckled.</p><p></p><p>Zayda spun out of the way of one of the fists but another cracked her back, tossing her toward another of the guardians. The elf, light on her toes, twisted in midair and managed to stop short, pushing back flat against the table. A pair of meaty fists arced toward her prone form.</p><p></p><p>Cassock reached into his divine power, drawing on a simple orison. The chalice Zayda held radiated no power. “That’s not even the right cha—”</p><p></p><p>A flash of light. Aramil screamed. The smell of singed flesh and burnt hair filled the air. </p><p></p><p>“I could—” Rhynos began.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, GO,” ordered Cassock. The undead spun toward the stair and began leaping up its length four stairs at a time. </p><p></p><p>Anastrianna dodged right, sliding beneath the golem and returning to a crouch. She unleashed two arrows which may as well have been gnats to the stitched creature. Ana looked left and right, searching for a way out of her corner.</p><p></p><p>Cassock’s sword snapped into a golem’s side. Seams ripped, spewing filth and stink down the length of his blade. </p><p></p><p>Behind it, two of its brethren brought their fists down into Zayda hard. The table beneath her split from the force. The chalice rolled from her fingers.</p><p></p><p>Rhynos saw the flickering torchlight above make its final turn. Its carrier must have reached the top level. For a moment, he considered ignoring the rogue in the pit. Aramil gurgled. The smell was sweet.</p><p></p><p>Rhynos leapt into the pit, clinging to its wall as he slid toward the half-elf. </p><p></p><p>“No time,” Aramil rasped. His eyes flickered toward the wall. Rhynos saw the guillotine blade reach its pinnacle.</p><p></p><p>The vampire growled, one taloned hand snapping shut around Aramil’s neck, the other reaching out as he leapt upward. As Aramil’s body separated from the poisoned spikes, the guillotine dropped and another ball of fire erupted. Rhynos was shielded by the half-elf’s body. The magic propelled them both upward.</p><p></p><p>One of the golems fell to Cassock’s blade and the priest actively grabbed the attention of one attacking Zayda. Thankfully, the elf had managed to somehow draw her blade and attack from the floor. She could only hit the ankles of the monstrosities but it would help.</p><p></p><p>Cassock’s blade slid into the back of another beast. From somewhere, a woman bellowed in agony. The priest glanced up. High above, powerful magics hung. His ribs splintered as one of the golems pounded into his side.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 4475753, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued)[/b] [i]Stupid[/i], he cursed silently as the spikes drove through his armor, shredding skin and splintering bone. YES, the feminine voice from the sword agreed. VERY STUPID. Aramil’s mind exploded with pain as his body continued to thrash on the spears and a fire borne of magic erupted. His flesh blackened, the life oozed from his broken body. A numbness spread down his spine. POISON, she informed. “I’m not dead yet,” Aramil swore, blood staining his blistered lips. LISTEN, she demanded. He pushed at the screaming agony in his body, issuing from his body. Pushed, shoved, mastered it. He found no silence beyond his howling. A soft tic-ticking was nearby. Aramil twisted, a spike tore the side of his neck. But his head twisted so he could see the device in the wall. A silver panel fashioned as a blade of a guillotine crawled toward the top of the device, a clock recording the resetting of the trap Aramil assumed. At the bottom of the guillotine, a prostrate form lied headless. “$*!*,” he swore. TIME IS ALMOST UP. For the first time, Aramil noted sadness in that voice. He turned his head toward where he had fallen. “Hurry.” [center] * * * [/center] “What would you like me to do?” Rhynos asked as he slouched against the wall. “Die,” Cassock spat. Rhynos chuckled. Zayda spun out of the way of one of the fists but another cracked her back, tossing her toward another of the guardians. The elf, light on her toes, twisted in midair and managed to stop short, pushing back flat against the table. A pair of meaty fists arced toward her prone form. Cassock reached into his divine power, drawing on a simple orison. The chalice Zayda held radiated no power. “That’s not even the right cha—” A flash of light. Aramil screamed. The smell of singed flesh and burnt hair filled the air. “I could—” Rhynos began. “Yes, GO,” ordered Cassock. The undead spun toward the stair and began leaping up its length four stairs at a time. Anastrianna dodged right, sliding beneath the golem and returning to a crouch. She unleashed two arrows which may as well have been gnats to the stitched creature. Ana looked left and right, searching for a way out of her corner. Cassock’s sword snapped into a golem’s side. Seams ripped, spewing filth and stink down the length of his blade. Behind it, two of its brethren brought their fists down into Zayda hard. The table beneath her split from the force. The chalice rolled from her fingers. Rhynos saw the flickering torchlight above make its final turn. Its carrier must have reached the top level. For a moment, he considered ignoring the rogue in the pit. Aramil gurgled. The smell was sweet. Rhynos leapt into the pit, clinging to its wall as he slid toward the half-elf. “No time,” Aramil rasped. His eyes flickered toward the wall. Rhynos saw the guillotine blade reach its pinnacle. The vampire growled, one taloned hand snapping shut around Aramil’s neck, the other reaching out as he leapt upward. As Aramil’s body separated from the poisoned spikes, the guillotine dropped and another ball of fire erupted. Rhynos was shielded by the half-elf’s body. The magic propelled them both upward. One of the golems fell to Cassock’s blade and the priest actively grabbed the attention of one attacking Zayda. Thankfully, the elf had managed to somehow draw her blade and attack from the floor. She could only hit the ankles of the monstrosities but it would help. Cassock’s blade slid into the back of another beast. From somewhere, a woman bellowed in agony. The priest glanced up. High above, powerful magics hung. His ribs splintered as one of the golems pounded into his side. [/QUOTE]
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