Alkkuto shivered, grabbing a torch from the wall, “Let’s go. This place is giving me the heebie jeebies.”
“Better’n a forest,” muttered Doli.
Shayden appeared not to hear either of them as he picked up the sword, giving it a few experimental swings.
“Shayden, come on,” said Alkkuto again, “Let’s go.”
“Alright, alright,” Shayden replied, putting the sword down, “How do we get out of here?”
Doli pointed at an arched doorway, “Thar. It looks like it goes up.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Once again whistling a merry tune, Shayden began leading his friends into the tunnel.
Soon, he caught a whiff of fresh air, and the end of the tunnel came into view. Letting out a whoop, the leader of the bandits ran towards the end of the tunnel, “I can see the sun! Woo-!” His cries of excitement were cut short as he was knocked unconscious by what appeared to be a walking tree with glowing red eyes.
“Must… defend… tunnel,” said the tree.
Doli looked at Alkkuto, “What did I tell ye? I knew tha trees were out tae get us!”
“We have to go out there,” said Alkkuto, pushing the reluctant dwarf towards the mouth of the tunnel. “For treasure! And also Shayden! But mostly treasure! Alright, Mr. Tree, I have a torch and I’m not afraid to use it, so stay back!”
Doli stood alongside him, brandishing his axe, “And I have an axe and a deep, abidin’ hatred of trees.”
The tree roared and began stomping around as Doli charged at it. Enraged, it grabbed Alkkuto and began swinging him around. “Hey, let me go! I’m getting dizzy. Alright, you asked for it.” Alkkuto took the jar of fire and smashed it into the tree. Instantly, it burst into flames and dropped Alkkuto.
“Take that, ye stinkin’ tree!” shouted Doli.
“We’re not in the clear yet,” said Alkkuto, “look.” The two of them watched as the entire forest went up in flames, “Let’s grab Shayden and get out of here.”
I'm on chapter 231 now, give me a couple more reading sessions and I'll have it done.
RuleJJ, I am simply astounded on the level of detail you have, and how every character keeps coming back in. I CON only imagine the time and effort you had to put into this work.
Alkkuto shivered, grabbing a torch from the wall, “Let’s go. This place is giving me the heebie jeebies.”
“Better’n a forest,” muttered Doli.
Shayden appeared not to hear either of them as he picked up the sword, giving it a few experimental swings.
“Shayden, come on,” said Alkkuto again, “Let’s go.”
“Alright, alright,” Shayden replied, putting the sword down, “How do we get out of here?”
Doli pointed at an arched doorway, “Thar. It looks like it goes up.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Once again whistling a merry tune, Shayden began leading his friends into the tunnel.
Soon, he caught a whiff of fresh air, and the end of the tunnel came into view. Letting out a whoop, the leader of the bandits ran towards the end of the tunnel, “I can see the sun! Woo-!” His cries of excitement were cut short as he was knocked unconscious by what appeared to be a walking tree with glowing red eyes.
“Must… defend… tunnel,” said the tree.
Doli looked at Alkkuto, “What did I tell ye? I knew tha trees were out tae get us!”
“We have to go out there,” said Alkkuto, pushing the reluctant dwarf towards the mouth of the tunnel. “For treasure! And also Shayden! But mostly treasure! Alright, Mr. Tree, I have a torch and I’m not afraid to use it, so stay back!”
Doli stood alongside him, brandishing his axe, “And I have an axe and a deep, abidin’ hatred of trees.”
The tree roared and began stomping around as Doli charged at it. Enraged, it grabbed Alkkuto and began swinging him around. “Hey, let me go! I’m getting dizzy. Alright, you asked for it.” Alkkuto took the jar of fire and smashed it into the tree. Instantly, it burst into flames and dropped Alkkuto.
“Take that, ye stinkin’ tree!” shouted Doli.
“We’re not in the clear yet,” said Alkkuto, “look.” The two of them watched as the entire forest went up in flames, “Let’s grab Shayden and get out of here.”
“Agreed,” said Doli.
These guys are simply the best.
They are. This part of the story is heavily based off of things that happened in the Kingdoms RP, so a lot of their dialog and actions here are taken directly from that.
They are. This part of the story is heavily based off of things that happened in the Kingdoms RP, so a lot of their dialog and actions here are taken directly from that.
Also, 96 notifications!?
Cool, there must have been some hilarious users involved.
Without any magic or magical weapons, Leinad, Gyr, and Irya were all but helpless to stop Morath, and he swept them aside one at a time with ease. Irya was the last, and to her he said, “You were even easier to smash than your friends on the Council.” She struggled to attack the shadow, but the magical restraints he had placed on her kept her from doing so.
At last, only two remained in the little room: Morath and Septimus Merlinsson. Until this point, the alchemist had chosen not to interfere with the conflict, other than putting a magical cage around the Well to prevent the shadows from getting out after Graylin was smashed and her defense ended. Now, the time for action had come.
Morath began to talk as he sauntered over to Septimus, “I hear you’re old.”
“Not quite as old as you.”
“And powerful.”
Septimus did not reply. Morath reached him, extending a finger towards the red jewel set in the forehead of the alchemist’s mask, coming almost close enough to touch it. “Interesting.”
“You smashed my friend.” Septimus’s eyes remained locked on Morath’s, ignoring the extended hand.
“The witch?” The way he said it oozed contempt. “I was unaware one such as you had friends.”
“Very few, admittedly, but if any could be considered among them she was one.”
“Then I suppose we shall do battle. Have you a sword?”
Without speaking, Septimus drew an elegant, silver-bladed sword out of the air.
The swords clashed a few times and the alchemist said, “I will not toy with you. I have more important things to do today and little time for a minor annoyance such as you.”
Morath laughed, “Rather presumptuous, don’t you-?” He stopped laughing when his sword spun away, his hand still holding onto it, and his legs fell to the ground shortly before he did.
Septimus placed one foot on the shadow’s chest. “Your powers are nothing. You, are nothing.”
Morath looked up at the alchemist, fear in his glowing green eyes, “Who are you?"
Septimus leaned in close and whispered, “I am Septimus Merlinsson. I am a god.” He drove his sword home and the thousand-year-old shadow at last was smashed.
They are. This part of the story is heavily based off of things that happened in the Kingdoms RP, so a lot of their dialog and actions here are taken directly from that.
Also, 96 notifications!?
Cool, there must have been some hilarious users involved.
I gave up reading my notifications ages ago.
I expect so.
I always read them to I can see where I need to be.
I'm starting over, try to do a page or two a day. 
Totally better than the book I have checked out with the library, which still ain't bad, by all means. 
Totally better than the book I have checked out with the library, which still ain't bad, by all means. 
