Post by Zargabaath on Aug 4, 2014 22:21:16 GMT
Alright, this was not a place he had expected to end up.
A darkness clung to the trees around him, a kind of haze hanging in the air that did nothing but send a shiver down his spine. The sky was totally blocked out by the trees, but the faint glow to the air and trunks made him think it must be daylight somewhere high above. At least it wasn't raining, right?
The Judge hefted himself and his ornate armour over a twisted set of roots, a heavy clank marking the foot being set down on the other side. He gave a slight grunt of effort before he lifted the other leg over, straightening and setting his cloak straight as he did so. The mighty horned helmet swung to the side, then back the other way, as if he could stare into the gloom and decide on some kind of direction... But it all looked the same every which way.
And then there was the weird prickling sensation.
It had started hours ago. The feeling of being watched. The unnatural darkness this place seemed to give off was blamed at first but now the Judge Magister wondered if it might be something more. Something living. He'd seen his share of monsters, but this felt worse somehow. Something unfamiliar. Maybe there was a reason he had yet to see anything else alive under these fearsome boughs.
Zargabaath trudged along what he assumed was a fox-run or other path made by some animal. There were hoof prints. He ignored them for now. The air was gaining humidity, and his lips parted slightly beneath the steely visage of his helmet to try and get a little more air. Maybe he should have removed the helm? No. That would risk his safety.
It was then he paused. He could hear something. Something different to the feeling from before, something different to the sounds of the forest. The heavily armoured man could hardly subtly move to the shadows or get off the path at this point. Instead, he drew both halves of his spear and held them as swords, before calling into the gloom of the woods, surprised at how flat his tones fell.
"Who goes there?"
A darkness clung to the trees around him, a kind of haze hanging in the air that did nothing but send a shiver down his spine. The sky was totally blocked out by the trees, but the faint glow to the air and trunks made him think it must be daylight somewhere high above. At least it wasn't raining, right?
The Judge hefted himself and his ornate armour over a twisted set of roots, a heavy clank marking the foot being set down on the other side. He gave a slight grunt of effort before he lifted the other leg over, straightening and setting his cloak straight as he did so. The mighty horned helmet swung to the side, then back the other way, as if he could stare into the gloom and decide on some kind of direction... But it all looked the same every which way.
And then there was the weird prickling sensation.
It had started hours ago. The feeling of being watched. The unnatural darkness this place seemed to give off was blamed at first but now the Judge Magister wondered if it might be something more. Something living. He'd seen his share of monsters, but this felt worse somehow. Something unfamiliar. Maybe there was a reason he had yet to see anything else alive under these fearsome boughs.
Zargabaath trudged along what he assumed was a fox-run or other path made by some animal. There were hoof prints. He ignored them for now. The air was gaining humidity, and his lips parted slightly beneath the steely visage of his helmet to try and get a little more air. Maybe he should have removed the helm? No. That would risk his safety.
It was then he paused. He could hear something. Something different to the feeling from before, something different to the sounds of the forest. The heavily armoured man could hardly subtly move to the shadows or get off the path at this point. Instead, he drew both halves of his spear and held them as swords, before calling into the gloom of the woods, surprised at how flat his tones fell.
"Who goes there?"