And so unto a misty dusk...
Bavvok the Gourke set forth upon horseback from Ishad Nha, alone, self-conscious of his task, with heightened senses ablaze. Arriving at a junction, he had to repress the desire to see fair Ezrebette's visage once more and head gallantly into the approaching night. Besides, his own visage would only frighten her at this ghastly hour. Repressing harder, he nudged Chester the IInd, the submarine steed who rushed into a gallop and further into the night. He eventually came to a dark alcove where he knew lie a chest that his friend, Slithe had deftly opened and pilfered from. Urging Chester the IInd on up a narrow rising valley, a weary mist pervaded his vision as he slowed Chester down and listened carefully.
The sound of trickling water added to the imposing ancient structure of Castle Shurgeon loomed before him, imperious in the cold misty night. Bavvok dismounted and walked around the Castle perimeter, eyeing the central tower carefully and cursing as he realised the drawbridge remained closed. Suddenly, a mournful howl was heard in the distance and the water in the moat beneath him, trickled violently with movement. Piranha! Gripping Shawinki's spear and gritting his teeth with a wry but wary grin, Bavvok knew that he had found his quest-quarry.
Wading into moat, Bavvok proceeded to spear all the Piranha he could find, cursing under his breath when they surprised and outnumbered him, their small teeth gnawing hungrily at his flesh. Quaffing a purple potion kindly given to him by the nurturing Divina, Bavvok became the hunter and notched up fifteen kills with his spear. Soon, there were no more Piranha in the moat.
Where to now? Bavvok pondered, wading and listening. Another trickle of movement. Conjuring forth all of his animalism, Bavvok was quiet and noticed a smaller fish noodling in the water. His attack was too slow though, which sent the fish spiralling away in the depths. Bavvok chased it with a wolfish grin, jabbing at it wildly as he reached an odd looking alcove. All of a sudden, it disappeared out of his sight. Bavvok surveyed the area and noted a dip in the floor, leading to another area. "Here fishy fishy", he cooed before diving.
Into dark depths he chased a fish which led him to more fish, all swimming up and down a tunnel. He would swim desperately, insanely wielding Shawinki's spear and returning ot the surface, gasphing for air. Only once was he to curse the unholy 'mouse mover', which was what he liked to call the voice inside his head, for he became stuck, disoriented. Gurgling away his life, Bavvok pulled at a lever he just happened to find in the dephths and returned to the surface. Unwittingly, he arrived at a dishevelled break in the Castle walls...an entrance at last!
Quaffing another potion, Bavvok dived again and returned to Chester the IInd who was grazing away nearby. He took one more wistful glance at the castle before returning to Ishad Nha to his friends in Inn, eager to see Damosh the Armourer. [img]smile.gif[/img]
Hey all, pretty silly story really - but the idea was to add to the writing culture already very prevalent on this forum.
Any other Ascension stores to add to this thread would be great!
Cheers,
CerebroDragon
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