Patchwork Universe

John Angelis · Posted: Thu May 27, 2004 11:16 pm Post subject:

As Loresan walked down the tunnel towards the mist, however, a vile tendril of some sort whipped out, caught him around the ankles, and pulled him to the floor.

As hs struggled to regain his footing, the tendril jerked, and began to slowly but inexorably drag him into the shadows, towards a shadowy shape, the source of an unpleasant sound, a mixture of panting, drooling, and oddly, what sounded like sneezing....

Loresan Knotreaver · Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2004 11:32 pm Post subject:

Loresan went to the ground in a confusion of fluttering pages. He looked around in affronted surprise, but at the sight of the lurking darkness his face abruptly went deathly pale, his eyes wide and white-rimmed with sudden unnatural terror. He started to rummage desperately in his pockets, not bothering to struggle against the slow contraction of the tentacle that drew him nearer and nearer to the waiting horror.

Finally, with different kinds of string trailing from his pockets and tangling behind him to form brief-lived pits opening in the ground and a stench of rotting flowers that burned the lungs, Loresan managed to get his hands on an old and frayed piece of sinew.

Ignoring the magical chaos behind him, he whipped the sinew around the tendril and pulled it tight in a simple knot.

Several things happened at once. The most noticeable, as far as most people were concerned, was the sudden drop in temperature on the platform. From Loresan outwards spread a fine layer of ice, coating the entire platform in frost.

The other was the abrupt transformation of the monster into a rather repulsive granite statue.

In the silence that followed, a blue and shivering Loresan managed to free his foot from the stone tendril. He limped up to the creature to examine it more closely, and as he did so the tension drained out of him.

"Well, my friend," he addressed the statue at last, "It seems I must apologise. Apparently I mistook you for someone else. Though since your manners are rather on a par with your cousin's, I think I'll leave you as you are for the time being."

With cold and fumbling hands he gathered up his papers and strings, raising one eyebrow slightly at the magical minefield that the end of the platform seemed to have become. Then, stumbling slightly on frostbitten feet, he stepped through the wall of mist.

John Angelis · Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2004 6:34 am Post subject:

As Loresan made good his escape, several more hissing, sneezing, hiccuping presences emerged from the shadows. Although apparently unwilling to tangle with this strange prey, their odd gulping and squelching sang a song of malevolence and desire for vengeance that reached Loresan as the mists enveloped him...