Time again for another six. From Beloved Wizard Nimue decides to throw a few nasty surprises at Drake and Merci.
“Something tells me we are not in Kansas anymore.” Merci’s voice echoed in the hollowness of the bleak landscape of grey fog.
Six large shapes coalesced within the grey misty substance the creak of leather unmistakable to Drake as armor. The sharp metallic sound of steel being removed from sheaths reverberated menacingly as they shadows grew solid revealing the long dead remnants of fallen warriors. Their grey flesh stretched taunt over jutting bones, eyeless sockets filled with glowing red coals of hell fire their tattered clothing hanging from skeletal frames.
Nimue’s voice came from everywhere within the vast grey void.
I see some white....are they supposed to be covered up?
ReplyDeleteUh-oh. I think something went sideways. The writing is blanked out. :(
ReplyDeleteYikes! Things are looking pretty grim!
ReplyDeleteYay scary stuff! (Though I had to highlight with the cursor to get the first of it.) Definitely not in Kansas any more, unless there are undead warriors hanging out there too.
ReplyDeleteI love that first line of dialogue
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