"Bloody fuck," Matthias grumbles, and scrambles forward without offering any nods back at Richard.This time he does his best to avoid treading through the mess of demon remains, lest he, too, slip and fall on his arse. Certainly he's no coward, but who likes facing demons on demons way down in an underground tunnel?
Then again, this is what Riftwatch is about, isn't it. And it's better than scratching away at reports in an office somewhere, so, get it together, Matthias.
The tunnel funnels them out into the next open cavern, which is maybe the size of the stables back at the Gallows--but with a soaring ceiling, and without all the horses and stalls and hay and shit and things that make up an actual stable. Craggy wet rocks, white shapes that look like bones--animal, probably, if there's human remains among them, it's too dark for Matthias to tell, even with the green glow off Loxley's blade. And here's the demons that are doing the growling: one slumped and glowing orange, one hulking, spiney, plated almost as if it is wearing armor. Its growl almost sounds like a laugh, a greeting that Matthias pulls a face at.
He pulls up short just inside the cave, takes quick stock--could do a glyph if he can dodge in close, seal off the fire mine so none of the others will trigger it--and there's that peculiar greenish glow just ahead, around another bend, and that's got to be the rift, waiting to be sealed. He can hear it crackling away, even over the guttural growl of the smaller demon as it approaches, gliding across the cave floor like a swimmer, its brutish arms pulling at the air as it moves.
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Then again, this is what Riftwatch is about, isn't it. And it's better than scratching away at reports in an office somewhere, so, get it together, Matthias.
The tunnel funnels them out into the next open cavern, which is maybe the size of the stables back at the Gallows--but with a soaring ceiling, and without all the horses and stalls and hay and shit and things that make up an actual stable. Craggy wet rocks, white shapes that look like bones--animal, probably, if there's human remains among them, it's too dark for Matthias to tell, even with the green glow off Loxley's blade. And here's the demons that are doing the growling: one slumped and glowing orange, one hulking, spiney, plated almost as if it is wearing armor. Its growl almost sounds like a laugh, a greeting that Matthias pulls a face at.
He pulls up short just inside the cave, takes quick stock--could do a glyph if he can dodge in close, seal off the fire mine so none of the others will trigger it--and there's that peculiar greenish glow just ahead, around another bend, and that's got to be the rift, waiting to be sealed. He can hear it crackling away, even over the guttural growl of the smaller demon as it approaches, gliding across the cave floor like a swimmer, its brutish arms pulling at the air as it moves.