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| Cracked Past; Chapter: Leaks in the Dark | |
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| Zaechs | Feb 14 2018, 03:27 PM Post #1 |
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Alister had been quite successful in his career as a mercenary, but it seems that his actions had finally caught up with him. As he rode for the capital, answer his inner call, he did not count on the over zealous law to catch up with him! This is in fact what happened on that open road. Try as he might ot evade his pursuers he was taken, noisily, by his captors. From the road, to a jail cell, and within the day before a judge and jury of one man, the Sheriff of the Capital. Now he sits in a hanging cage in a dark, dank dungeon below the city somewhere. The smell of ofal, and cave waters have mingled long enough to create a unique aroma so gag in ducing that his first nights there- as all his time within the cage feels like night, have been plagued with nausea, fever, and restless sleep. How long he had been in the prison, he had no idea, but Alister knew he could not take much more of his imprisonment. Restless and going stir-crazy, he had taken note of the long pause between meals as of late. It had been sometime since the last meal had been delivered. Not to mention he had begun to hear unsettling noises in the dark. Worse yet, upon the black, or within it, he had begun to see darker shadows moving. This "night" presented extremely terrifying noises! From above came the sounds of crashing as though a great "thump" had occurred somewhere in the open world above him. From his oubliette he could only speculate as to what had occurred. Shortly after, a plug somewhere must have opened! A great rush of "water" came churning through the dungeon. "Have I been put under a pool, or fountain of some kind? And how large was it?" He questioned. The water seemed to be unrelenting. Not wanting to test the height of his cage, he climbed the inside so that he was a good foot from touching the bottom of the cage. If only he could see in the pitch black he would have noticed the icy liquid was indeed high enough to reach into his cage. And as quickly as the liquid intruded on his dark misery, it left. Rushing, and gurgling through the rest of the dungeon. Like a tidal wave, it left behind a wake of refuse that Alsiter could smell. As though the potpourri was not already awful enough before. As he stepped back down to rest upon the bottom of his prison, the metal seemed to snap! Giving way, he found himself sitting on the floor of the dungeon, slick with ichor, or something. Whatever the liquid had been it either ate through like an acid, or finished off the rusting on the bottom of the cage, giving him and escape into the greater darkness. |
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