02-17-2015, 10:24 PM
Atelos turned to the rest of the group that had just experienced a rapid change of events. They were so set on following the paladin on his quest and now they had all looked-crestfallen and defeated. They had traveled many quests with their current hero but nothing had been up to this level of difficulty. Their quest had turned so sour, so quickly that they were in complete shock. They were used to death by violence, but this was tangible insanity. Vampires were a piece of cake when compared to the nightmares they were going to have to face here. Some members of the group were jittering and one priest face turned a sickly green as he ran into the corner to spew his putrid bile. The green liquid began to fill the air and began to intertwine with the mist that had permeated their skulls, and now their nostrils.
Atelos looked at the group, the pathetic lot of them. The only warrior he would feel comfortable with was the sorcerer that was destined to be on the other side of the building with him. He saw a couple particular individuals that stood out to him. He pointed to a woman in a green cloak who had a variety of knives and other small, quick weaponry on her person. She was looking forward, staring at a wall, completely blank. Atelos was not sure if she was in shock or if she was the type of warrior he was looking for. It didn’t matter, he had to take the chance.
“You, the woman in the green cloak. Come here” He spoke in a manner that contrasted Shang’s attempts to keep their selection quiet.
The woman turned her head towards the Spartan and her eyes showed no falter. Atelos smiled and he knew had made the right choice. She slowly got up and walked over to the Spartan, her slim figure, greatly contrasting the muscular build of the warrior. She was up to his shoulder and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the height difference between the two. The Spartan looked for another suitable member of his search.
The jittered peers and jumps when Atelos looked over people wasn’t very comforting. One person even hid behind another just to avoid his direct line of sight. He could still see the trembling figure but the man before him peaked his interest. The man was much like the one who had gone insane earlier, however his expression was much more calm. The man what dressed in a dark red robes, however he had a hint of green in his eyes that glowed in the darkness. The man was dark, and he appeared to be unaffected by the mist that had jittered so many of the ‘Holy Men.’ Maybe this was why he was on the trip? He was presumably dark and in contrasted many of the troop, but he was calm. The man’s eyes were locked with Atelos’ and he knew before Atelos would even speak that he would be chosen. He stood up and was followed by another man dressed in similar clothing but he did not have the dark aura that so distinguishable. They joined the Atelos’ small party before he could even say a word.
The Spartan turned to Shang and looked at him. His voice loud enough for all of the people to hear, their feelings completely ignored.
“The rest are of no use to me, I hardly trust them to stay here and survive, let alone protect me and my comrades. You may keep the rest if you want these cowards.” Atelos’ face turned into a distorted grimace as if the putrid stench from the bile had finally reached his nose. He could feel Hades smile in his mind as if he had agreed with the Spartan’s verdict. The Spartan looked towards the two hallways, broken in half by a register of sorts. There was an old sign dangling from the desk that said, ‘Check in.’
Atelos nodded to the two he had picked and the proceeded to follow him to the right lane. From the desk, a large static noise came and Atelos looked at the desk curious to what he was going to find. Two small devices were responsible for the loud static noise and was followed by a large crack, that came from the other side of the room. The screamer that had chased the party had ran itself into the wooden door, and could be seen through the glass that was used for decoration. It came again, another loud crack could be heard and some party members jumped and began to crawl towards those who had shown no fear. The static faded and the monster’s shape could be seen flying away from the doors and away from the group. An audible sigh of relief could be heard from many of the members and sweat had begun it’s descent on many of the member’s faces. Atelos grabbed the devices and walked over to Shang.
“What are these?” Atelos said, Matter-of-factly. His tone was less cordial with Shang and he had interpreted these things as things that warned the future. He had no idea what these things did. The sorcerer took one of the two devices out of his hand and looked over it casually.
“These are called Walkie-Talkies, they are commonly used for communication.” The sorcerer said. He turned the top dial and he reached over to the device Atelos had and he turned it. The Spartan curiously looked at it. The Sorcerer pressed a button on the side and a noise came out of the device.
“See Spartan?” The voice came out of the box and the Sorcerer’s lips. Atelos was taken aback by the technology gap that the two had. He looked at the magic box and pressed the button himself.
“No, Spartan it doesn’t work like that.” Shang reached over to grab Atelos’ ‘Walkie Talkie’ but the Spartan pulled his arm back, out of Shang’s reach. He grabbed the object with both of his hands and he looked at it again.
“Spartan, I... am ...trying to help you.” He grunted as he struggled to get the Walkie Talkie out of Atelos’ hand. His grip let go and Shang finally got the second of the magic devices.
“If you hold the button you can’t hear the other person, also make sure that it always stays on channel one.” He could see that the Spartan was about to ask another question. “The channel is the dial on top, make sure the arrow is pointing to the number one.” He gave the Spartan a tedious look as he pointed out the various functions of the device.
Atelos had an ‘aha’ look on his face and he took the Walkie-Talkie from Shang. The magic box was quiet it lay there dormant, waiting for it’s use. Shang rolled his eyes and turned to the rest of the party.
“See you later my friend. If you get yourself into any trouble you know how to reach me. I won’t mind saving your ass again.” Atelos chuckled and looked at the device that would ensure both of their safety and Atelos felt comfortable knowing that Shang would always have his back.
Or that was what he thought as he veered into the right hall and ventured into his deepest nightmares.
Atelos looked at the group, the pathetic lot of them. The only warrior he would feel comfortable with was the sorcerer that was destined to be on the other side of the building with him. He saw a couple particular individuals that stood out to him. He pointed to a woman in a green cloak who had a variety of knives and other small, quick weaponry on her person. She was looking forward, staring at a wall, completely blank. Atelos was not sure if she was in shock or if she was the type of warrior he was looking for. It didn’t matter, he had to take the chance.
“You, the woman in the green cloak. Come here” He spoke in a manner that contrasted Shang’s attempts to keep their selection quiet.
The woman turned her head towards the Spartan and her eyes showed no falter. Atelos smiled and he knew had made the right choice. She slowly got up and walked over to the Spartan, her slim figure, greatly contrasting the muscular build of the warrior. She was up to his shoulder and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the height difference between the two. The Spartan looked for another suitable member of his search.
The jittered peers and jumps when Atelos looked over people wasn’t very comforting. One person even hid behind another just to avoid his direct line of sight. He could still see the trembling figure but the man before him peaked his interest. The man was much like the one who had gone insane earlier, however his expression was much more calm. The man what dressed in a dark red robes, however he had a hint of green in his eyes that glowed in the darkness. The man was dark, and he appeared to be unaffected by the mist that had jittered so many of the ‘Holy Men.’ Maybe this was why he was on the trip? He was presumably dark and in contrasted many of the troop, but he was calm. The man’s eyes were locked with Atelos’ and he knew before Atelos would even speak that he would be chosen. He stood up and was followed by another man dressed in similar clothing but he did not have the dark aura that so distinguishable. They joined the Atelos’ small party before he could even say a word.
The Spartan turned to Shang and looked at him. His voice loud enough for all of the people to hear, their feelings completely ignored.
“The rest are of no use to me, I hardly trust them to stay here and survive, let alone protect me and my comrades. You may keep the rest if you want these cowards.” Atelos’ face turned into a distorted grimace as if the putrid stench from the bile had finally reached his nose. He could feel Hades smile in his mind as if he had agreed with the Spartan’s verdict. The Spartan looked towards the two hallways, broken in half by a register of sorts. There was an old sign dangling from the desk that said, ‘Check in.’
Atelos nodded to the two he had picked and the proceeded to follow him to the right lane. From the desk, a large static noise came and Atelos looked at the desk curious to what he was going to find. Two small devices were responsible for the loud static noise and was followed by a large crack, that came from the other side of the room. The screamer that had chased the party had ran itself into the wooden door, and could be seen through the glass that was used for decoration. It came again, another loud crack could be heard and some party members jumped and began to crawl towards those who had shown no fear. The static faded and the monster’s shape could be seen flying away from the doors and away from the group. An audible sigh of relief could be heard from many of the members and sweat had begun it’s descent on many of the member’s faces. Atelos grabbed the devices and walked over to Shang.
“What are these?” Atelos said, Matter-of-factly. His tone was less cordial with Shang and he had interpreted these things as things that warned the future. He had no idea what these things did. The sorcerer took one of the two devices out of his hand and looked over it casually.
“These are called Walkie-Talkies, they are commonly used for communication.” The sorcerer said. He turned the top dial and he reached over to the device Atelos had and he turned it. The Spartan curiously looked at it. The Sorcerer pressed a button on the side and a noise came out of the device.
“See Spartan?” The voice came out of the box and the Sorcerer’s lips. Atelos was taken aback by the technology gap that the two had. He looked at the magic box and pressed the button himself.
“No, Spartan it doesn’t work like that.” Shang reached over to grab Atelos’ ‘Walkie Talkie’ but the Spartan pulled his arm back, out of Shang’s reach. He grabbed the object with both of his hands and he looked at it again.
“Spartan, I... am ...trying to help you.” He grunted as he struggled to get the Walkie Talkie out of Atelos’ hand. His grip let go and Shang finally got the second of the magic devices.
“If you hold the button you can’t hear the other person, also make sure that it always stays on channel one.” He could see that the Spartan was about to ask another question. “The channel is the dial on top, make sure the arrow is pointing to the number one.” He gave the Spartan a tedious look as he pointed out the various functions of the device.
Atelos had an ‘aha’ look on his face and he took the Walkie-Talkie from Shang. The magic box was quiet it lay there dormant, waiting for it’s use. Shang rolled his eyes and turned to the rest of the party.
“See you later my friend. If you get yourself into any trouble you know how to reach me. I won’t mind saving your ass again.” Atelos chuckled and looked at the device that would ensure both of their safety and Atelos felt comfortable knowing that Shang would always have his back.
Or that was what he thought as he veered into the right hall and ventured into his deepest nightmares.
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