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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 4580957" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (concluded)</strong></p><p></p><p>“Ladies first,” Rhynos cooed. He bowed in mock respect. </p><p></p><p>Anastrianna wearily paced to the edge of the shaft. Twenty feet below the lip, darkness swallowed the metal shaft entirely. She took a slow breath. Her options were limited.</p><p></p><p>Rhynos smiled at her. “I am always the gentleman. Chivalry is not entirely dead.” His wicked grin cut through her as easily as a blade would. “Ladies first,” he repeated. </p><p></p><p>She leapt. Zayda and Aramil followed.</p><p></p><p>Rhynos watched them vanish one by one. At the bottom of the shaft, an intense, strange magic pulsed. The colors within its aura shimmered and shifted unlike any of the schools he knew. </p><p></p><p>The vampire breathed deeply, searching for the delicate and overwhelming scent of those four. His preternatural senses found nothing. </p><p></p><p>“This is probably not the best idea.” He pulled out his wand, tapping it gently against his own body to trigger the magicks. Billowing as if caught by a sudden gust of wind, his clothing resettled about his body, all wrinkles and dirt vanishing from the fabric. He returned the wand to its sheath.</p><p></p><p>Rhynos gave one last look around before succumbing to his curiosity. He leapt into the pit.</p><p></p><p>A wave of nausea pummeled his body. An endless darkness smothered him. Time slowed, stretched, and then stopped.</p><p></p><p>Gravity tugged Rhynos downward.</p><p></p><p>The scent of fresh blossoms and flesh assaulted Rhynos as the world exploded with light and color. He twisted in agony and shock beneath the bright sun. A blanket of fresh grass caressed his body.</p><p></p><p>He flailed about, terrified. Details began to collect in his mind like rainwater pooling upon a leaf. His clothing was gone, replaced by a gray robe. He was on a hillock surrounded by a forest. Autumn gripped the trees, despite the fresh scent of flowers. White clouds crawled lazily across the sky. </p><p></p><p>Six black pillars stood in stark contrast to the grass on the hillock. They stretched no more than ten spans into the sky. Aramil stood near one of the pillars, running his hands across its surface. The half-elf sported a robe identical to Rhynos’.</p><p></p><p>The sun blazed high above Rhynos but its light did not burn his flesh.</p><p></p><p>He realized suddenly that he was breathing heavily.</p><p></p><p>Rhynos stopped thrashing about, fear gripping his body.</p><p></p><p>The rhythmic pounding filled his body and fueled his fears; his heart beat within his chest.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 4580957, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (concluded)[/b] “Ladies first,” Rhynos cooed. He bowed in mock respect. Anastrianna wearily paced to the edge of the shaft. Twenty feet below the lip, darkness swallowed the metal shaft entirely. She took a slow breath. Her options were limited. Rhynos smiled at her. “I am always the gentleman. Chivalry is not entirely dead.” His wicked grin cut through her as easily as a blade would. “Ladies first,” he repeated. She leapt. Zayda and Aramil followed. Rhynos watched them vanish one by one. At the bottom of the shaft, an intense, strange magic pulsed. The colors within its aura shimmered and shifted unlike any of the schools he knew. The vampire breathed deeply, searching for the delicate and overwhelming scent of those four. His preternatural senses found nothing. “This is probably not the best idea.” He pulled out his wand, tapping it gently against his own body to trigger the magicks. Billowing as if caught by a sudden gust of wind, his clothing resettled about his body, all wrinkles and dirt vanishing from the fabric. He returned the wand to its sheath. Rhynos gave one last look around before succumbing to his curiosity. He leapt into the pit. A wave of nausea pummeled his body. An endless darkness smothered him. Time slowed, stretched, and then stopped. Gravity tugged Rhynos downward. The scent of fresh blossoms and flesh assaulted Rhynos as the world exploded with light and color. He twisted in agony and shock beneath the bright sun. A blanket of fresh grass caressed his body. He flailed about, terrified. Details began to collect in his mind like rainwater pooling upon a leaf. His clothing was gone, replaced by a gray robe. He was on a hillock surrounded by a forest. Autumn gripped the trees, despite the fresh scent of flowers. White clouds crawled lazily across the sky. Six black pillars stood in stark contrast to the grass on the hillock. They stretched no more than ten spans into the sky. Aramil stood near one of the pillars, running his hands across its surface. The half-elf sported a robe identical to Rhynos’. The sun blazed high above Rhynos but its light did not burn his flesh. He realized suddenly that he was breathing heavily. Rhynos stopped thrashing about, fear gripping his body. The rhythmic pounding filled his body and fueled his fears; his heart beat within his chest. [/QUOTE]
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