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<blockquote data-quote="Wulf Ratbane" data-source="post: 2678486" data-attributes="member: 94"><p>The group hustled to their feet and started running, staggering, shoulder to shoulder, as the temple began collapsing around them. The low rumbling became the death rattle of the complex, which belched up a huge cloud of foul-smelling dust and debris that formed behind them and quickly blew past them, even as they ran. </p><p></p><p>Out they ran, down the hallway, past the lizard's pool, past the chunks of flesh, past the bodies in the pit, up the stairs, and out through the mouth of the snake to the exterior Temple.</p><p></p><p>Though they could barely see, Teddy and Brigitta skidded to a halt at the edge of the altar, with Rawley and Bill so hot on their heels they nearly all went down in a jumble. Haskins, by this time nearly carrying a pale and sickly Joshua, was the last to emerge. The two of them collapsed onto the altar.</p><p></p><p>They tried to shake the debris from their hair, to cough the dust from their lungs, to wipe their eyes clear. </p><p></p><p>Before they could see, they <em>heard</em> a sound that most of them recognized: the unmistakable <em>chk-clack</em> of guns preparing to shoot.</p><p></p><p>The cloud of dust settled and the group could see they were surrounded.</p><p></p><p>Ten feather-adorned warriors stood nearby, five to either side, atl-atl's poised and ready to throw wicked-looking javelins. Behind them, taking cover in the pews, were another half-dozen white men with guns.</p><p></p><p>An older gentleman in the center spoke clipped words in a strange language, and the feathered warriors relaxed ever so slightly. Then, in heavily accented English, "Hold your fire."</p><p></p><p>The men with guns glanced briefly from the older gentlemen to a pudgy man crouched behind them. No sign or words passed, but they did not seem to ease at all. Their guns were still bearing directly down on the heroes.</p><p></p><p>The older gentlemen held up his hands and spoke again. "I am impressed to find such resourceful people here, in this jungle. I sincerely hope you had more success than our men. Do any of you require medical care?"</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.badaxegames.com/mm/pdf/sl/temple_563.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wulf Ratbane, post: 2678486, member: 94"] The group hustled to their feet and started running, staggering, shoulder to shoulder, as the temple began collapsing around them. The low rumbling became the death rattle of the complex, which belched up a huge cloud of foul-smelling dust and debris that formed behind them and quickly blew past them, even as they ran. Out they ran, down the hallway, past the lizard's pool, past the chunks of flesh, past the bodies in the pit, up the stairs, and out through the mouth of the snake to the exterior Temple. Though they could barely see, Teddy and Brigitta skidded to a halt at the edge of the altar, with Rawley and Bill so hot on their heels they nearly all went down in a jumble. Haskins, by this time nearly carrying a pale and sickly Joshua, was the last to emerge. The two of them collapsed onto the altar. They tried to shake the debris from their hair, to cough the dust from their lungs, to wipe their eyes clear. Before they could see, they [i]heard[/i] a sound that most of them recognized: the unmistakable [i]chk-clack[/i] of guns preparing to shoot. The cloud of dust settled and the group could see they were surrounded. Ten feather-adorned warriors stood nearby, five to either side, atl-atl's poised and ready to throw wicked-looking javelins. Behind them, taking cover in the pews, were another half-dozen white men with guns. An older gentleman in the center spoke clipped words in a strange language, and the feathered warriors relaxed ever so slightly. Then, in heavily accented English, "Hold your fire." The men with guns glanced briefly from the older gentlemen to a pudgy man crouched behind them. No sign or words passed, but they did not seem to ease at all. Their guns were still bearing directly down on the heroes. The older gentlemen held up his hands and spoke again. "I am impressed to find such resourceful people here, in this jungle. I sincerely hope you had more success than our men. Do any of you require medical care?" [IMG]http://www.badaxegames.com/mm/pdf/sl/temple_563.jpg[/IMG] [/QUOTE]
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