The Blur grabbed a torch and descended into the catacombs. "Usually the trigger is in plain sight. Huh?" He did a double take "Does that skull look out of place to anyone else?"
A pure white skull rested atop a pile of broken and ancient bones. The Blur grabbed it and pulled. A slab of stone slid out from under his feet. The Blur backed away hastily barely keeping his feet. The stone slid into place revealing a staircase. An omnious sound, something like moaning echoed from beneath the party's feet.
"Um," he turned to Sophia, "Ladies first?"
"What? So I can forget why we're down there?"
"Riiight, Shadows first?"
I've been meaning to ask, d'ya have a name, Blur? The Doctor asked, keeping his eyes peeled as he slithered in. Last I got a chance to talk with a Blur you called yourself by an object's name and then a number or letter. Personal favorite was this one guy called Flower E. His eyes narrowed. Might wanna cover your noses down here - corpses and all. Any magic lights, perchance? I don't need 'em but it should be pretty dark for yall - second thought, just grab my tail. He extended it back, looping up into each of their hands. I can lead. Just don't squeeze. It feels icky.
Last edited by HalfTangible; 2012-07-23 at 12:16 AM.
Primal ego vos, estis ex nihilo
Originally Posted by TheDarkDM
I'm the scary one.
"You can't have eight different cultures work together if half of them are starving to death!" -High Queen Phelnia of the Primus Imperium in Empire