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| Topic Started: Thu Apr 22, 2010 8:38 pm (56 Views) | |
| Edward A. Wolfram | Thu Apr 22, 2010 8:38 pm Post #1 |
 
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Wolfram was thrilled. The dark tunnels were amazing, constantly shifting between narrow passages and massive chambers. A few tunnels had looked particularly interesting, though Wolfram would have had to crawl on his hands and knees to pass through and the thought was not particularly pleasing, given how vulnerable he would be and how violent some of the denizens here were. It had cost him quite a fortune in gold (along with some very basic medical attention that any true doctor would have scoffed at, directed by the patient no less) to swindle a drake off of an old acquaintence, and the thing was his only manner of navigation and safety in this place. It was fitting that the drake was obsidian, as it blended in well and quite a few times had snatched up small beasts resembling turkeys that had run at the blond. The drake let out a low rumble of aggravation at their latest fork in the road, one falling low, at least ten metres, and the other staying on the same level they currently stood at. The animal, Wolfram had quickly learned, had very poor sight; something the owner had failed to mention. He felt an odd sort of kinship because of it. "If vhe go low there may be more creatures.... but, back-tracking will be difficult." Wolfram enjoyed his head being on his shoulders too much to actually consider riding the drake and using it to climb back up if they did go to one of the lower levels. Hm; choices, choices. ( *Large obisian drake borrowed courtesy Mathias Stillwater) |
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