Post by Rhiath on Sept 14, 2008 0:11:34 GMT -6
Rhiath climbed up the slope of Mt. Baal, his feet occasionally sliding on the rubble that littered the mountain. He looked over his shoulder, as he had every moment since arriving here.
Man...even with Baalaose dead and gone, this place is givin' off some of the creepiest vibes I've felt in years...
Shrugging it off for another moment, Rhiath sped up his climb, reaching the small plateau at the top in a few minutes. Stopping to catch his breath, he looked around, his eyes straying over the black throne in the center of this space.
Hmm...this must have been the guy's throne room...or at least, it would have been. Seems I recall them battling right around here, somewhere...
Rhiath suddenly stopped his surveillance, noticing something odd about the area in which he now stood. Shaking his head, hoping he had simply missed it, he looked again.
There's no doors. No way in or out of this space, save the way I came just now. No doors, means no other rooms. No other rooms, means no treasure room. No treasure room, means...damn you again, Inor!
Quickly examining the throne room, Rhiath's suspicions were confirmed. There were no paths out of the throne room, except the path down the mountain. He had been tricked.
Letting out a roar of anger and frustration, Rhiath dashed to the edge of the plateau, finding the place where he and Inor had stood after their fight. Running down the mountainside, he reached the spot, kneeling down to examine the ground. After decades of hunting in the service of Hell, Rhiath's tracking skills were impressive, and it didn't take him long to find a barely-noticeable trail heading away from the spot.
He stood, gazing off into the distance in the direction the trail led. Speaking aloud, mostly to himself, he said, "Damn you twice over, Inor! I promised you that day, that I would hunt you until one of us was dead, if this was a trick. I keep my promises, Inor. And you're my new target."
Man...even with Baalaose dead and gone, this place is givin' off some of the creepiest vibes I've felt in years...
Shrugging it off for another moment, Rhiath sped up his climb, reaching the small plateau at the top in a few minutes. Stopping to catch his breath, he looked around, his eyes straying over the black throne in the center of this space.
Hmm...this must have been the guy's throne room...or at least, it would have been. Seems I recall them battling right around here, somewhere...
Rhiath suddenly stopped his surveillance, noticing something odd about the area in which he now stood. Shaking his head, hoping he had simply missed it, he looked again.
There's no doors. No way in or out of this space, save the way I came just now. No doors, means no other rooms. No other rooms, means no treasure room. No treasure room, means...damn you again, Inor!
Quickly examining the throne room, Rhiath's suspicions were confirmed. There were no paths out of the throne room, except the path down the mountain. He had been tricked.
Letting out a roar of anger and frustration, Rhiath dashed to the edge of the plateau, finding the place where he and Inor had stood after their fight. Running down the mountainside, he reached the spot, kneeling down to examine the ground. After decades of hunting in the service of Hell, Rhiath's tracking skills were impressive, and it didn't take him long to find a barely-noticeable trail heading away from the spot.
He stood, gazing off into the distance in the direction the trail led. Speaking aloud, mostly to himself, he said, "Damn you twice over, Inor! I promised you that day, that I would hunt you until one of us was dead, if this was a trick. I keep my promises, Inor. And you're my new target."