01-10-2015, 09:04 PM
Atelos after many hours of uneventful climbing reached the top. Seeing nothing but the ongoing blizzard’s he dropped to the ground. Frustrated that this was all a lie he began to question his entire journey. The storm died down and in a look of desperation he looked up once more to the blankness ahead of him. However, without the blinding snow he saw it. The Temple of Fire. It was huge, clearly made for greater beings than him, almost taller than a giant would need. Almost in shock that he made it to his destination after all of that journey he felt a little relieved.
The Temple was a bright red and the roof a dark black. He slowly walked up to the grand decorated doors, which seemed to be decorated with gold and silver. The massive doors stood before him with two Dragon-like figures decaling the entrance to the doors. He put his hand across it, feeling the valuable material before him but this was not his treasure. His treasure was inside. It was ten minutes before he had the courage and grabbed a hold onto the Silver Door handles. His anticipation was killing him. He finally pulled on the handles. This is it...He opened the door and there it was. On a pedestal was THE Dragon’s Maw. The room itself was completely bland. There were beige tiles all over the room, including the roof. The Dragon’s Maw was at the end....His quest’s goal was right there on a silver pedestal, literally being handed to him on a silver plate. The Dragon’s Maw was a rather large Dragon Skull. It was 2 feet tall and 1 foot wide. It’s color and texture was a Charred black charcoal look and had a pole to grab onto the middle for someone or something to hold it. It’s eyes seemed to glow a bright white at Atelos drawing him in.
Atelos, almost gloatingly, took his first step towards his prize but his foot seemed to sink into the ground with a crisp CLICK* underneath. Atelos looked down for a second, his foot seemed to have set some trap. His eyes widened, his journey wasn’t over. He looked up to the treasure before him but the podium was so far away and began to sink into the ground. Atelos ran towards the Maw but it was too late. By the time he reached the podium the floor had closed over the maw. Atelos’ aura turned a great red and he hit the ground with his fists. “AGGGGGHHHHH!” CLICK CLICK CLICK* Atelos got up and turned around. Ten arrows came out of the ceiling hitting Atelos, three in the shield and the seven others into his left shoulder and back. Atelos just looked at the arrows lodged deep into his shoulder blade and just ripped them out. He ignited his glove and stopped the bleeding by burning his wound. I will get the maw. His eyes were full of rage and passion and he would not be stopped no matter what came at him. He began to smile, the presence was growing stronger within him. He felt like the Demon was with him on this one.
A door opened up before him and he entered the room same blandness as before. As he entered the door behind him shut and disappeared. The corners of the room had tiles with Dragon faces. As Atelos took his first step the fires spewed out of the mouths. Atelos eyes widened and his instincts turned on. He ran to the nearest wall of the large room and with each step the fire took another panel and claimed it to be theirs. Each panel was towards Atelos decreasing the space he had left. Once he reached the wall he banged on it, alas nothing happened. NOTHING happened, the fires stopped advancing. It slowly dawned on Atleos...Every step lead to his demise. He would have to be smart, using his brain versus his brawn however by the time he realized this the flames had taken a tenth of the room. He leaped over every other step going for the wall to the North the fires tickling every step he took. By the time he reached the North Wall the flames had taken half of the room. Almost completely surrounded by the flames he banged on the North wall alas to no result. He then ran over to the East wall, which now the room was completely in flames but the spot he was standing on. He had no more room to move and nowhere else to run. He banged on the wall to ALAS no results. I thought there would be a hidden door somewhere… The flames were searing his legs warming him up contrasting to the environment outside. He sat down thinking while the flames were busy making him a nice Spartan Cuisine. He sat in the room for a good thirty minutes while he seemed to sweat out any progress in his mind. Frustrated he hit his head against the wall and saw a blue tile in the middle of the roof with a raindrop on it. He facepalmed and let out a chuckle. Look at your surroundings idiot. He got up and took the shield off his back. He aimed his shield carefully, this would be his only shot…he flung his shield and hit the blue tile and the flames were suddenly quenched and a door appeared behind him, causing him to fall through and land on his back. He got up and gathered his shield and prepared for the next room stretching his legs and arms. He took a deep breath and sighed. He needed to concentrate and focus, his excitement shook him and it could get him easily killed. He honed into his spartan training and focused, however his mind was still cloudy. He opened his eyes ready for the next room.
The Temple was a bright red and the roof a dark black. He slowly walked up to the grand decorated doors, which seemed to be decorated with gold and silver. The massive doors stood before him with two Dragon-like figures decaling the entrance to the doors. He put his hand across it, feeling the valuable material before him but this was not his treasure. His treasure was inside. It was ten minutes before he had the courage and grabbed a hold onto the Silver Door handles. His anticipation was killing him. He finally pulled on the handles. This is it...He opened the door and there it was. On a pedestal was THE Dragon’s Maw. The room itself was completely bland. There were beige tiles all over the room, including the roof. The Dragon’s Maw was at the end....His quest’s goal was right there on a silver pedestal, literally being handed to him on a silver plate. The Dragon’s Maw was a rather large Dragon Skull. It was 2 feet tall and 1 foot wide. It’s color and texture was a Charred black charcoal look and had a pole to grab onto the middle for someone or something to hold it. It’s eyes seemed to glow a bright white at Atelos drawing him in.
Atelos, almost gloatingly, took his first step towards his prize but his foot seemed to sink into the ground with a crisp CLICK* underneath. Atelos looked down for a second, his foot seemed to have set some trap. His eyes widened, his journey wasn’t over. He looked up to the treasure before him but the podium was so far away and began to sink into the ground. Atelos ran towards the Maw but it was too late. By the time he reached the podium the floor had closed over the maw. Atelos’ aura turned a great red and he hit the ground with his fists. “AGGGGGHHHHH!” CLICK CLICK CLICK* Atelos got up and turned around. Ten arrows came out of the ceiling hitting Atelos, three in the shield and the seven others into his left shoulder and back. Atelos just looked at the arrows lodged deep into his shoulder blade and just ripped them out. He ignited his glove and stopped the bleeding by burning his wound. I will get the maw. His eyes were full of rage and passion and he would not be stopped no matter what came at him. He began to smile, the presence was growing stronger within him. He felt like the Demon was with him on this one.
A door opened up before him and he entered the room same blandness as before. As he entered the door behind him shut and disappeared. The corners of the room had tiles with Dragon faces. As Atelos took his first step the fires spewed out of the mouths. Atelos eyes widened and his instincts turned on. He ran to the nearest wall of the large room and with each step the fire took another panel and claimed it to be theirs. Each panel was towards Atelos decreasing the space he had left. Once he reached the wall he banged on it, alas nothing happened. NOTHING happened, the fires stopped advancing. It slowly dawned on Atleos...Every step lead to his demise. He would have to be smart, using his brain versus his brawn however by the time he realized this the flames had taken a tenth of the room. He leaped over every other step going for the wall to the North the fires tickling every step he took. By the time he reached the North Wall the flames had taken half of the room. Almost completely surrounded by the flames he banged on the North wall alas to no result. He then ran over to the East wall, which now the room was completely in flames but the spot he was standing on. He had no more room to move and nowhere else to run. He banged on the wall to ALAS no results. I thought there would be a hidden door somewhere… The flames were searing his legs warming him up contrasting to the environment outside. He sat down thinking while the flames were busy making him a nice Spartan Cuisine. He sat in the room for a good thirty minutes while he seemed to sweat out any progress in his mind. Frustrated he hit his head against the wall and saw a blue tile in the middle of the roof with a raindrop on it. He facepalmed and let out a chuckle. Look at your surroundings idiot. He got up and took the shield off his back. He aimed his shield carefully, this would be his only shot…he flung his shield and hit the blue tile and the flames were suddenly quenched and a door appeared behind him, causing him to fall through and land on his back. He got up and gathered his shield and prepared for the next room stretching his legs and arms. He took a deep breath and sighed. He needed to concentrate and focus, his excitement shook him and it could get him easily killed. He honed into his spartan training and focused, however his mind was still cloudy. He opened his eyes ready for the next room.
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