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Mattius · 03-26-2003, 04:39 PM

The middle doorway was a large stone arch with some incomprhendable writing inscribed on it.

"No time like the present," said Jack as he put his first step into the pathway. Anuion followed silently, so silent he was infact that Jack could not even hear the elf's light footsteps as they felt their way through the darkness. Suddenly Jack stumbled over to his right, the wall had come to an end.

"Let us risk a little light here Jack," Anuion whispered whilst rumaging in his pack and bringing out a candle. In no time it was lit and the elf then used it to light a torch hung near by. Jack squinted as Anuion swung the torch trying to see what type of room they were in. It was of reasonable size and there seemed to be beds lined up neatly against each wall and a row in the middle, bunk beds in fact.

"There is enough beds to sleep at least three hundred surely!" Jack exclaimed.

"Indeed..." Anuion replied whilst mentally noting that the sheets were so dusty that their original colour of blue was now a strange mouse-brown. The elf kneeled down and looked under one of the lowers bunks. "There are items under this bed, and that one too!" Jack ran over and looked with him- Anuion was right!

"Old memoirs it seems," Jack guessed as he looked at the dusty dolls, wooden swords, jewelry and papers written with the same runes as he saw above the door. Anuion nodded but then shot to his feet as his keen elf eyes pierced the distance and darkness noticing something in the corner of the room.

"Quickly Jack look!" He shouted as he ran off. At first Jack didn't know what the elf was talking about but then he saw it too. The bunk beds in the very corner of the room were not neat and tidy like the others, it looked as though they had been slept in. Jack looked at the other bunks, each so well made that he guessed a rock would bounce of them if one was dropped from above. The sheets on this bunk also had their original blue hue.

"What do you make of this then," Anuion whispered in an extremly quiet voice, now fearing that they were not alone in the room. Jack drew his sword in reply; just in case.

[ March 26, 2003: Message edited by: Mattius ]

03-26-2003, 04:39 PM	#61
Mattius Soul of Fire Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: City of Steel Posts: 666	The middle doorway was a large stone arch with some incomprhendable writing inscribed on it. "No time like the present," said Jack as he put his first step into the pathway. Anuion followed silently, so silent he was infact that Jack could not even hear the elf's light footsteps as they felt their way through the darkness. Suddenly Jack stumbled over to his right, the wall had come to an end. "Let us risk a little light here Jack," Anuion whispered whilst rumaging in his pack and bringing out a candle. In no time it was lit and the elf then used it to light a torch hung near by. Jack squinted as Anuion swung the torch trying to see what type of room they were in. It was of reasonable size and there seemed to be beds lined up neatly against each wall and a row in the middle, bunk beds in fact. "There is enough beds to sleep at least three hundred surely!" Jack exclaimed. "Indeed..." Anuion replied whilst mentally noting that the sheets were so dusty that their original colour of blue was now a strange mouse-brown. The elf kneeled down and looked under one of the lowers bunks. "There are items under this bed, and that one too!" Jack ran over and looked with him- Anuion was right! "Old memoirs it seems," Jack guessed as he looked at the dusty dolls, wooden swords, jewelry and papers written with the same runes as he saw above the door. Anuion nodded but then shot to his feet as his keen elf eyes pierced the distance and darkness noticing something in the corner of the room. "Quickly Jack look!" He shouted as he ran off. At first Jack didn't know what the elf was talking about but then he saw it too. The bunk beds in the very corner of the room were not neat and tidy like the others, it looked as though they had been slept in. Jack looked at the other bunks, each so well made that he guessed a rock would bounce of them if one was dropped from above. The sheets on this bunk also had their original blue hue. "What do you make of this then," Anuion whispered in an extremly quiet voice, now fearing that they were not alone in the room. Jack drew his sword in reply; just in case. [ March 26, 2003: Message edited by: Mattius ] __________________ A problem shared is a problem halved, so is your problem really yours or just half of someone else's?