[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: No problem, Spree. Consider it done!

His lungs and throat burn with the corrupted and death filled air of these pits and it is so difficult to simply breathe that he barely notices the wolves leap awkwardly down from the opening. Above these chambers, but frightfully close, the deep rumbles of falling stone grow louder until even these deep foundations shake with the collapse of the tower’s few remaining exterior walls. The way to the surface is closed and they are sealed in and entombed beneath those tons of stone.

As his bearings return he notes the unsteady and disoriented movement of the wolves. Their legs are cut deeply, but he can offer no aid. It is then that he realizes that the young ranger and the one she has come to rescue have not emerged from the dungeon area. With gasping breaths he fills his lungs with the stale air and rises unsteadily to his feet. He forces his burned hands to support his weight as he climbs to the opening. There is no nimble speed about his movements now. There is only the slow and awkward motion of an exhausted man. Clambering through the opening, he drops clumsily to the floor. He finds the young ranger and a half elven youth lying near the obstruction where they must have been thrown by that terrible trembling of the building as the last of the upper structure finally collapsed.

He winces at the pain that fills his limbs even in the simple act of moving them into a sitting position against the stone. Time is growing short, but he forces himself not to hurry. In truth, he is thankful for the distraction from thinking about the nightmare of dying here where one cannot see the sky. Gently he prods the two of them to consciousness and then helps them to climb through the opening. Once they have joined the wolves, the exhaustion in his limbs claims him and he falls from the opening and tumbles heavily to the stone floor.

ooc: Now I really do need you and TAO to post *LOL*

[ 05-16-2002, 01:08 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]