Shadowydreamer’s Scribbles
A Place where a Dreamer throws up stories.
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A new beginning - an old enemy
“Ack!” Seonaed spluttered, picking herself up front the dripping slime that was apparently the welcome mat.
Sheylanna shuddered and tried to scrape the foul smelly substance off her armour. “I’m having flashbacks to Guk and Jalelin’s sense of humour.”
Tagliente snickered, “That was delightful. ‘eeeek, I’ll get my armour dirty’” he mimicked,”‘Eeeeek!’ Splat!” He snickered some more.
Sheylanna shoved a handful of slime down the back of his robes.
“Children, please.” Bob muttered, “A thousand years old, and they frolick in the muck. Oh thank you Tunare for creating elves.”
Rassis held his tail high, “I suppose they’re supposed to be good for morale.” He stepped carefully out of the pool and looked down the dark, dank corridors built of yellow bricks.
“They make nice bows, I suppose.” Bob agreed, hopping out of the pool.
“Only the young ones. The old one’s guts aren’t flexible enough.” Rassis agreed. Bob looked momentarily horrified, “I was jesting.” The Iksar told him. “I don’t make weaponry out of beings that ‘eeek’”
Keesa helped Seonaed wade through the goo and the two young woman stood on the edge as well. Taglienet and Sheylanna eventually followed suit.
“Now which way?” Seonaed asked, watching a spider crawl past and realizing time had started again.
“His world wasn’t effected. The planes work differently. Save your energies.” Bob explained, looking back and forth between the choices of the hallways before turning to Sheylanna.
Eyes narrowed she pointed, “That way. Bertoxx lies that way.”
“Couldn’t we have found a nice dragon that needed slaying?” Seonaed muttered, grabbing a torch and leading the way down the corridor, “Who in tehir right mind picks fights with gods?”
“Elves.” Bob said with a froggie smirk.