Jodyguru
Devil's Food
The skeleton started cackling while Tuka ran around shrieking like her hair was on fire. Drevin charged in with a scowl on his face and a glowing hand. He threw a handful of holy magic directly into the skeleton's face, instantly destroying the weak undead with his turning spell. The hand stopped moving under Tuka's boot, and the air fell silent again.
The silence was short lived. The hallway lit up with strong blue fire shooting out of the torch sconces. The dungeon cell doors all slid open at once, and dozens of skeletons started pouring into the hallway. They had no weapons, but were grabbing, clawing, and pulling at everyone in the room. Patrick was swiftly grabbed and rendered immobile. Gorsht roared and started swinging his greatsword around. The blade hit the ground, and his arms were covered in bony arms. His legs became encumbered, and a dozen skeletons brought him down. Drevin channeled his aura and blasted one, then another, but was quickly grabbed and silenced by the horde.
No matter how hard Tuka could try to resist and fight back, the simple fact was there were too many skeletons. They ripped the sword out of her hand, groped her whole body, and lifted her into the air, carrying her away.
The skeletons carried the party into a pair of dungeon cells, dumping Tuka and Drevin into one cell, and tossing Patrick and Gorsht into another across from them. They were disarmed, missing all tools and weapons. The dungeon cells were pulled shut, and the skeletons locked the doors to the cells. They cackled in their dry voiceless heads and dispersed through the hallway.
"What... the... hell?" Patrick groaned and sat up. "That pale bastard! He led us right into a trap!"
"Well, it was Tuka's decision to come down here!" Gorsht growled, annoyed by the circumstances.
"Don't blame her!" Patrick snapped back. "We all followed, ready for anything. May I remind you that this was Drevin's quest to begin with."
"Nobody asked you to join us, you scrawny little thief!" Gorsht stood over Patrick. "You just wanted to pilfer corpses. I think you'd rob me blind if given half a chance!"
"To hell with you!"
"And you too!"
While Gorsht and Patrick bickered, Drevin slowly rose to his knees and put his hands on the bars of the cell. He had a look of horror on his face that went beyond their current predicament. He saw bloody snow and a small iron box. He remembered pain, intense pain, and he was shivering.
"Godmother... give me light. Please God, don't throw me into the dark again." Drevin spoke just above a whisper.
The silence was short lived. The hallway lit up with strong blue fire shooting out of the torch sconces. The dungeon cell doors all slid open at once, and dozens of skeletons started pouring into the hallway. They had no weapons, but were grabbing, clawing, and pulling at everyone in the room. Patrick was swiftly grabbed and rendered immobile. Gorsht roared and started swinging his greatsword around. The blade hit the ground, and his arms were covered in bony arms. His legs became encumbered, and a dozen skeletons brought him down. Drevin channeled his aura and blasted one, then another, but was quickly grabbed and silenced by the horde.
No matter how hard Tuka could try to resist and fight back, the simple fact was there were too many skeletons. They ripped the sword out of her hand, groped her whole body, and lifted her into the air, carrying her away.
The skeletons carried the party into a pair of dungeon cells, dumping Tuka and Drevin into one cell, and tossing Patrick and Gorsht into another across from them. They were disarmed, missing all tools and weapons. The dungeon cells were pulled shut, and the skeletons locked the doors to the cells. They cackled in their dry voiceless heads and dispersed through the hallway.
"What... the... hell?" Patrick groaned and sat up. "That pale bastard! He led us right into a trap!"
"Well, it was Tuka's decision to come down here!" Gorsht growled, annoyed by the circumstances.
"Don't blame her!" Patrick snapped back. "We all followed, ready for anything. May I remind you that this was Drevin's quest to begin with."
"Nobody asked you to join us, you scrawny little thief!" Gorsht stood over Patrick. "You just wanted to pilfer corpses. I think you'd rob me blind if given half a chance!"
"To hell with you!"
"And you too!"
While Gorsht and Patrick bickered, Drevin slowly rose to his knees and put his hands on the bars of the cell. He had a look of horror on his face that went beyond their current predicament. He saw bloody snow and a small iron box. He remembered pain, intense pain, and he was shivering.
"Godmother... give me light. Please God, don't throw me into the dark again." Drevin spoke just above a whisper.