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Tereth watched as the room began to light and glow the closer he drew to the spear. It only served to further mount his tension as he approached the pedestal. By the time he had reached the spear, most of the room was glowing. It was clear that there was something building.
He looked at the words on the wall, but the text was unknown to him. He was sure it would mean something to others, but even without reading them, it gave him a sense of foreboding and doom.
Can any of you read that? he asked hopefully, but not expecting a "yes."
When he touched the spear, something snapped. Were it not for the fact that he was wary of traps and his years of training to fight creatures much larger than him - and therefore a necessity to be quicker than those who were stronger than him - he likely would have been done in by the contraption. Or perhaps it was simply fate. A roll of the proverbial dice that had protected him from whatever dangers lay there. His hand withdrew like a striking snake and he used his sword to scoop the spear from its pedestal before taking it into hand.
Then the chaos began to ensue. The ruins stirred and rumbled, and though he didn't know what caused it, he knew he was in peril.
Run! he shouted to the soldiers nearby and began to do the same himself. With a tap of another rune and a muttered word of power, his movements began to speed. He covered the distance more quickly, casting looks upward to watch for rocks beginning to fall or anything emerging.
White Swallow
He looked at the words on the wall, but the text was unknown to him. He was sure it would mean something to others, but even without reading them, it gave him a sense of foreboding and doom.
Can any of you read that? he asked hopefully, but not expecting a "yes."
When he touched the spear, something snapped. Were it not for the fact that he was wary of traps and his years of training to fight creatures much larger than him - and therefore a necessity to be quicker than those who were stronger than him - he likely would have been done in by the contraption. Or perhaps it was simply fate. A roll of the proverbial dice that had protected him from whatever dangers lay there. His hand withdrew like a striking snake and he used his sword to scoop the spear from its pedestal before taking it into hand.
Then the chaos began to ensue. The ruins stirred and rumbled, and though he didn't know what caused it, he knew he was in peril.
Run! he shouted to the soldiers nearby and began to do the same himself. With a tap of another rune and a muttered word of power, his movements began to speed. He covered the distance more quickly, casting looks upward to watch for rocks beginning to fall or anything emerging.
White Swallow
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