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Dadramora tossed Dosise the knife. "Careful, it was forged in dragons breath from the look of the steel. It is sharper than any steel you've come across, except from maybe one of the master craftsmen in Tetra." Dadramora instantly got a wary feeling from Dosise. When Namari mentioned her swords, his face twitched. Not enough for the human eye to catch, but just enough for a dragon's eye to see clearly. Something wasn't right about him. Dadramora would confront him later about his mysterious identity. "So, who wants to see something fun?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dosise caught it with ease and laughed, "I am aware of how to use one thank you though." Dadramora had given him a glance, he was thinking, whatever it was he was wondering Dosise had a bad feeling about, "Sure, and are you the entertainment tonight as well?"
Dadramora shook his head. "No, this is just getting started." He said. With that, he moved to the other side of the throne to a second knob, sent some magic into it, and then stood back. The throne instantly split into half, and moved apart. A staircase was directly below it, leading into the cold dark depths of the earth. "Kagero, you could just wait here or fly to the other side of the mountain that this hall is hewn from. I guarantee that there will be a door on that side which I will unlock for you when I get to the activation stone." With that, Dadramora started descending the stairs, waiting for the other two to follow.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora felt along the wall until he touched what he was looking for- another knob. He sent a blast of magic into it and the entire passageway lit up like torches. "That's better." Then, he looked further down the hall and discovered that it was much longer than most passages in Isiolde. This wasn't right. Dadramora kept his hand on his sword, ready to act should anything happen.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 13, 2012 16:57:09 GMT -5
Namari frowned, grabbing the hilt of the claymore she was given without taking it off her back. "What's wrong?" she whispered to Dadramora as quietly as she could.
"This isn't right. I've never seen a tunnel this narrow or long before in Isiolde. It's like it was meant to deter dragoons and large numbers of people. Be on guard." He replied. Then, he continued down the tunnel, keeping a scouts vision on everything.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dosise walked and acted as though he wasn't looking for something. Being at one time an assassin, he knew a thing or two. And one thing was for certain, you don't attack if you think you have been noticed.
Dadramora and the group had gotten about one hundred feet down the hallway with no end in sight, and thats when he found the second knob. He touched it and sent a rush of magic into it, and a grating sound resounded throughout the hallway. That was the mountaintop opening, but then another grating sound was heard. But this time, it was closer, and Dadramora took off looking for the source of the disturbance. About fifty feet down the hallway, part of the wall had opened. Dadramora looked inside, and the dim lighting showed him things he didn't want to see. Scores of dragoon skeletons piled on top of each other. But that's not the only thing he saw. A body, decomposed only about four months, was stacked on top dressed in the colors of Tetra. Dadarmora backed away and vomited, then looked at Namari and Dosise. "Someone has been here recently, and they have altered the very buildings. This is not right."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"What the fuck is Tetra doing here?!" He screamed. It seemes as though Roland was correct in saying Tetra had gotten here, but the fact of the matter is that that shouldn't have been possible. Something was definently wrong here. "Come on, I have to find out what the hell's going on." Dadramora stated, starting along the hallway again.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"No, no bet. I just discovered that there's a man out there smart enough to outsmart thousands of years of secrecy. It pisses me off." (Why's namari M.I.A?)
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
