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"I don't know." Dadramora said, then he ran right into something. He held his nose, which was bleeding, confused out of his mind. He had ran into nothing, but yet something was blocking his way down the corridor. An invisibility spell? He didn't know, but he was about to find out. He put his bloody hand up and touched whatever it was, and a stream of blood ran steadily down it. "Well I'll be damned." He said, amazed. Then he punched the invisible wall as hard as he could, shattering it and one of his fingers.
Inside was a black chamber, which Dadramora quickly fixed by illuminating it with a ball of fire. It was a huge armory, larger than any you could've found on Isiolde when Dadramora had lived here. He couldn't believe his eyes.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"They aren't is the problem. None of these are of dragoon origin. Not a single one." He said, walking into the room and examining the weapons. He took a step to his right and heard a clicking sound, then was suddenly falling down a very cramped tunnel. Too narrow to sprout his wings and fly out he realized. After a few seconds of free fall, he smacked down on the bottom of the trap door, feeling most of his ribs shatter. He coughed up some blood and began immediately healing his ribs, then rested a bit.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora took in a deep breath once his ribs were fully healed, then coughed up some more blood. "Yeah... I'm fine. This tunnel leads out somewhere, and it appears to be the only way out either way. I didn't see an exit in the armory, so you two jump down. I'll have a cushion of magic down here to break your fall."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 19, 2012 21:15:31 GMT -5
Namari chuckled. She looked at Dosise, smiled, then looked down once more. "Alright then, I'm coming down now then!" without a second of waiting, Namari hopped down the hole, waiting to reach the bottom.
Dadramora prepared the cushion for her, which she landed on and bounced off of about a foot into the air. Her landing was graceful, as expected of an elf. "Ya know, even with all the scars and the missing arm, you still somehow manage to be more graceful and beautiful than a human woman could hope for. Just like an elf." He said, slightly bemused.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Post by Namari Lovelle on Feb 19, 2012 21:29:33 GMT -5
Namari raised an eyebrow, giving a smirk. "Why thank you. I do believe growing up in royalty does that to even the most violent person." She brushed off any dust on her clothing, looking around.
Last Edit: Feb 19, 2012 21:30:35 GMT -5 by Namari Lovelle
Dosise was about to warn Dadramora of the trap door when it was too late, he walked too fast. He still didn't trust many people so he decided not to jump down and put his trust in the man like Namari did. "On my way," he called down as he dug looked down into the ground and used a portal to travel the distance. "Sorry, just don't really feel like jumping into a dark hole."
Dosise looked around as they walked, they were pretty far down now. And the slop in which they were walking would mean about an hour before resurfacing. He sighed.
Dosise noticed the tone in which he had said his name. Ironically he must have thought it wasn't his name when in honesty it was. "Just a long walk awaits us is all."