hewligan
First Post
Waiting is Torture!
Jokad sits up against the wall, choking back some dry bread with a few sips of water. Danth sits too, his back pressed against the wall as if trying to move as far away from the horrible and inexplicable torture devices that litter the room. Jovik tried to sit calmly in the room with the others, but he found the surreal environment of the room too oppressive to allow him to relax. The young rogue started pacing the room, idly flipping his dagger as he paced.
Perhaps it was the silence, perhaps the faint, flickering light of the sunrod bouncing off the walls of the small space, perhaps the tendril fingers of wind escaping into this catacomb from above, but in the silence, noises started to arise.
At first a whispering, as of distant voices, and then the hint of laughter. This filtering weakly from back near the entrance. The wait to see if it was perhaps the return of Kael and Mandraiv, but then silence again. The questioning looks. Did everyone hear that? Was it just the wind? It is almost possible to believe it is just the wind, until it starts up again. It is a laughing, a slightly higher pitch than a human. Laughing. And then nothing again.
Suddenly all of you are standing, weapons in hands, as the flickering light still putters weakly across the torture implements. Questioning glances confirm that all of you heard the same thing.
Now the silence is longer, but broken once again by a different noise. A hint of a moan, low and strained, coming from far away, somewhere through the warped wooden door. The opposite direction of the laughter, but once again too unmistakable to be just the wind.
Another moan, overlaying the first. So faint as to almost be inaudible ... but there, on the edge of perception.
Suddenly the light does not seem strong enough, and the oppressive layers of rock over head weigh upon your mood.
Hopefully the others will return soon, for waiting here like mice in a trap, is no fun.
Jokad sits up against the wall, choking back some dry bread with a few sips of water. Danth sits too, his back pressed against the wall as if trying to move as far away from the horrible and inexplicable torture devices that litter the room. Jovik tried to sit calmly in the room with the others, but he found the surreal environment of the room too oppressive to allow him to relax. The young rogue started pacing the room, idly flipping his dagger as he paced.
Perhaps it was the silence, perhaps the faint, flickering light of the sunrod bouncing off the walls of the small space, perhaps the tendril fingers of wind escaping into this catacomb from above, but in the silence, noises started to arise.
At first a whispering, as of distant voices, and then the hint of laughter. This filtering weakly from back near the entrance. The wait to see if it was perhaps the return of Kael and Mandraiv, but then silence again. The questioning looks. Did everyone hear that? Was it just the wind? It is almost possible to believe it is just the wind, until it starts up again. It is a laughing, a slightly higher pitch than a human. Laughing. And then nothing again.
Suddenly all of you are standing, weapons in hands, as the flickering light still putters weakly across the torture implements. Questioning glances confirm that all of you heard the same thing.
Now the silence is longer, but broken once again by a different noise. A hint of a moan, low and strained, coming from far away, somewhere through the warped wooden door. The opposite direction of the laughter, but once again too unmistakable to be just the wind.
Another moan, overlaying the first. So faint as to almost be inaudible ... but there, on the edge of perception.
Suddenly the light does not seem strong enough, and the oppressive layers of rock over head weigh upon your mood.
Hopefully the others will return soon, for waiting here like mice in a trap, is no fun.
