11-12-2015, 11:33 PM
The lizard continued to inform her that they were becoming problems for the bandits over time, and that they were the size of a huge bear. Caira didn’t know what a bear was, so she had to approximate the length using the columns of the ruins they now stood in.
“What other threats are there?” Caira was inclined, Merik had warned her, but not enough to let her survive on her own.
The lizard didn’t know, but showed her around the ruins, it wasn’t every day someone visited his ‘home’ nor did Caira plan on returning. “So, who were you before you were turned into this?”
“Ah, my curse, well I was actually a grave robber. Horrible, horrible, deed to do to the dead, I’ve had my years to regret it, and though I was a bandit, I plan on going the the islands if I return from this place. Hopefully a mage will return me to my form.”
"Do you mean Dalaran?" The creature bowed his head and Caira certainly didn’t volunteer any information, “So, you’re a secondary then?”
The lizard nodded to the Prime.
“Huh.” she thought for a moment and fell through a trap door as she had paced the room. A trap door that she wasn’t searching for with her senses, nor did the two pound Lizard, later to be known as Karn.
She hit her head on a stone as the wooden board that had hidden the cool room from sight had caved in at the touch of her feet. “Just my luck,” she said clutching her head while everything still seemed to be moving at the speed of light. The room was dark, and actually rather uncharacteristically soggy for a desert.
Crystals glowed and stalactites grew out of the many corners of the room, the Prime’s eyes looked up to see the lizard peering down in fascination. He as now at the top of the tunnel-like opening, she, at the bottom. She had been swallowed in what she could best describe as a well, and fallen down about fifty feet. Luckily, the pile of skeletons broke her fall. Wait... She paused before feeling the surge to scream, Skeletons? the stench wafted into her nose, she almost did scream and would have if she hadn’t been so repulsed by the disgusting scent that urged her to throw up.
Caira slowly rose to her feet as bones snapped beneath her. She froze at every 'twig' snap. For someone who valued life so very much, it was her worst nightmare to have landed in a pit, with hundreds of bones. Perturbed, and horrified, she felt a trickle of fear chase her spine. Each sound, louder than the last. Each break, weighing heavier on her conscience, though she was not the one who had killed these people, She as the one standing on their remains, desecrating them. Her thoughts went to the slimy lizard, Grave robber, no snap back, you're here Caira, and you have to get out. You have to survive, you've come this far, you've nearly won. Get a plan, hold to it and give them hell. “I’m either in a cage, a well, or ..” her voice trailed as she found a strange looking door with crossed bars on it.
Did they die of starvation, dehydration? Were they unable to climb up or did something strip the flesh from their bones and leave their carcasses... she asked and tried to gauge their wounds. No real bones had been broken (before their death) from what she could tell, but the skulls were too pristine, for this climate for them to have decomposed naturally in this way.
“Show yourself.” Caira said to the walls, her words echoed and stood at the center of the stream of light that helped her see the room. She liked the glowing crystals, and grabbed one and stashed it in her pack, it was hot to the touch but, she put it in a canister. Now she waited for a ferocious beast or foe to visit her upon her calling, no, upon her arrival. After looking around, Caira got wise to the turn of events and scowled back up at the lizard.
“Say.. Karn! Why didn’t you follow the wizard that turned you when he left the desert. Or the gentleman that buried me alive?” There was no reply from Karn, he had gone elsewhere or was detained by whatever threat she had unearthed.
She felt the quivering of the walls and looked at the door once more. If I blast it, it could hit me right back in the face, or whatever is behind it will know how much power I hold. The Prime decided not to risk it, and instead, dug underneath some of the bones. Every once and a while she cringed as she looked at just how shiny the skulls and bones were, it was as though they were crystalized too, by this place. Her digging brought no reward and she found the ground which was damp somewhat dry for a well.
Maneuverability was quite poor, the walls were slick, the ground began to sink, little by little, someone without her senses might not even notice, but she did, and soon daylight was out of reach.
“What is this place...?” she asked after some time. There was a reverberation on the walls, where her voice echoed, her still adjusting eyes looked around, now it was dark, and only the crystal’s light showed anything while the skeletons glimmered in the damp darkness and surrounded her in the five feet of space that she could extend her arms out but not much else. She muttered, "So much for 'exploring' the place."
“What other threats are there?” Caira was inclined, Merik had warned her, but not enough to let her survive on her own.
The lizard didn’t know, but showed her around the ruins, it wasn’t every day someone visited his ‘home’ nor did Caira plan on returning. “So, who were you before you were turned into this?”
“Ah, my curse, well I was actually a grave robber. Horrible, horrible, deed to do to the dead, I’ve had my years to regret it, and though I was a bandit, I plan on going the the islands if I return from this place. Hopefully a mage will return me to my form.”
"Do you mean Dalaran?" The creature bowed his head and Caira certainly didn’t volunteer any information, “So, you’re a secondary then?”
The lizard nodded to the Prime.
“Huh.” she thought for a moment and fell through a trap door as she had paced the room. A trap door that she wasn’t searching for with her senses, nor did the two pound Lizard, later to be known as Karn.
She hit her head on a stone as the wooden board that had hidden the cool room from sight had caved in at the touch of her feet. “Just my luck,” she said clutching her head while everything still seemed to be moving at the speed of light. The room was dark, and actually rather uncharacteristically soggy for a desert.
Crystals glowed and stalactites grew out of the many corners of the room, the Prime’s eyes looked up to see the lizard peering down in fascination. He as now at the top of the tunnel-like opening, she, at the bottom. She had been swallowed in what she could best describe as a well, and fallen down about fifty feet. Luckily, the pile of skeletons broke her fall. Wait... She paused before feeling the surge to scream, Skeletons? the stench wafted into her nose, she almost did scream and would have if she hadn’t been so repulsed by the disgusting scent that urged her to throw up.
Caira slowly rose to her feet as bones snapped beneath her. She froze at every 'twig' snap. For someone who valued life so very much, it was her worst nightmare to have landed in a pit, with hundreds of bones. Perturbed, and horrified, she felt a trickle of fear chase her spine. Each sound, louder than the last. Each break, weighing heavier on her conscience, though she was not the one who had killed these people, She as the one standing on their remains, desecrating them. Her thoughts went to the slimy lizard, Grave robber, no snap back, you're here Caira, and you have to get out. You have to survive, you've come this far, you've nearly won. Get a plan, hold to it and give them hell. “I’m either in a cage, a well, or ..” her voice trailed as she found a strange looking door with crossed bars on it.
Did they die of starvation, dehydration? Were they unable to climb up or did something strip the flesh from their bones and leave their carcasses... she asked and tried to gauge their wounds. No real bones had been broken (before their death) from what she could tell, but the skulls were too pristine, for this climate for them to have decomposed naturally in this way.
“Show yourself.” Caira said to the walls, her words echoed and stood at the center of the stream of light that helped her see the room. She liked the glowing crystals, and grabbed one and stashed it in her pack, it was hot to the touch but, she put it in a canister. Now she waited for a ferocious beast or foe to visit her upon her calling, no, upon her arrival. After looking around, Caira got wise to the turn of events and scowled back up at the lizard.
“Say.. Karn! Why didn’t you follow the wizard that turned you when he left the desert. Or the gentleman that buried me alive?” There was no reply from Karn, he had gone elsewhere or was detained by whatever threat she had unearthed.
She felt the quivering of the walls and looked at the door once more. If I blast it, it could hit me right back in the face, or whatever is behind it will know how much power I hold. The Prime decided not to risk it, and instead, dug underneath some of the bones. Every once and a while she cringed as she looked at just how shiny the skulls and bones were, it was as though they were crystalized too, by this place. Her digging brought no reward and she found the ground which was damp somewhat dry for a well.
Maneuverability was quite poor, the walls were slick, the ground began to sink, little by little, someone without her senses might not even notice, but she did, and soon daylight was out of reach.
“What is this place...?” she asked after some time. There was a reverberation on the walls, where her voice echoed, her still adjusting eyes looked around, now it was dark, and only the crystal’s light showed anything while the skeletons glimmered in the damp darkness and surrounded her in the five feet of space that she could extend her arms out but not much else. She muttered, "So much for 'exploring' the place."
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