Thursday, 24 May 2012
The Asylum: Into the Darkness!
"Well, " Malmir enquired impatiently, "is that door locked or not? Can the damn thing be opened for I am sick to death of standing here in this squalid place?
The elf stamped his feet in sheer frustration. Gingerly, Malmir ran his fingers across his head wound before checking his digits for fresh blood. Finding none, he lowered his hand to the pommel of his sword.
To the others, the unconscious movement was an obvious sign that this elf was determined to readdress the balance with the natives of the Asylum. They had a debt to pay and no door, trapped or not, was going to hinder with his need to see that debt paid in blood.
Kirsten completed her analysis. Such a basic solution! The elf felt his checks redden at its simplicity and for the first time he was glad of the half light. As one, the companions stared down the earthen passageway. The walls were of rough, poorly packed earth and dirty puddles gathered at their footings. Greasy mosses smeared the uneven walls like some awful disease. Fluidly, the elf re-strung his bow and tested its suppleness. Selecting an arrow from his quiver, he readied the flight and half-flexed the weapon before manipulating the bow to lie horizontally across his body. Such a position was useful inside buildings as it prevented the horn tips of the weapon catching unseen obstructions. He took a careful step forwards into the gloom, his progress protected by shining elven arrow tip and narrowed his eyes. He knew from experience that his eyesight was superior to that of a human...
He hoped that this slight advantage would be of aid to them.