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!uGYNBMPzOs 09/19/11(Mon)03:50 No.16349397Minutes later, as the dust settles again, you reach out with your stonesense to find that you are now even further from the exit from the dungeon, and the only viable route is an incredibly circuitous one. "Yes, I think it is time we left. I do believe that these werespiders are quite set on keeping their lair. when we have more force, we can cleanse the area." And at that, you set off for the exit.
For the first few hours you all travel in silence, save your footfalls. It quickly becomes apparent that the arcane scrolling takes several days to recharge, and was designed to allow fro prisoners to be moved regularly without them learning the layout of the dungeons. Quite useful for keeping prisoners useful, healthy, and unable to escape. Incidentally, you muse, excellent for laying traps in the wrong hands.
Then, the singing starts. It is a deep, throaty voice, echoing from somewhere behind or above you in the network of dungeon tunnels.
Katarus, Katarus, li-ttle-friend Katarus, katarus, so frigh-tened You immediately recognize the rhyme. It is one that your mother used to sing to you as a very young child. Incidentally, it is that rhyme that led to you coming home reeking of their pungent odor one day as well.
Katarus, Katarus, li-ttle-friend Where do you run to, why do you hide? Katarus, Katarus, li-ttle-friend I will not harm you, my time I'll bide.
"Am I the only one that does not like that we are being sung to right now?" Sansa asks, clearly quite nervous.
Katarus, Katarus, li-ttle-friend Flesh is so tasty, meat is so sweet.
"That... is not the rhyme I remember." Jayne adds, picking up her pace, and increasing the rest of the groups with her elementalism.
Katarus, Katarus, li-ttle-friend Find you in your sleep, death will be neat. >cont'd |