Monday, 4 June 2007
Peering through the gloom of the cave the ceiling, the murky water, even my feet were partially, or fully clouded from view. I charged so far and so deep into this labyrinth escape would be almost impossible. The climb back up those slippery rocks past the Vandon hordes would prove a challenge for the most seasoned warrior fresh from rest. And I had run out of provisions and tired from the fight and flight.
I decided my only hope was to start a fire and rest up, boiling what water I could and set out later.
After my quick drink and a short rest, I was awoken by a small repetitive thud, thud, thud. The small shake in the earth grew and grew. The only thing I have seen with such power and size was the remains of the beast, who’s skeleton adorns the walls and floors of the cavern. Perhaps not all of his kin perished in the last great age of beats.
The light thud has turned to a crash, the crash to a clatter of stone. The ground shook constantly and stones shook off the precipice and fell to the water. As I turned to greet the great Vandon-Z Face to face. Jumped backwards to avoid a great smash to the ground I took a quick look at my surroundings. There was no escape. The walls that were once clouded by thick mist and fog, were clear, and the only exit, was guarded by this ferocious relic of a near forgotten war.
My only chance for freedom was to get past this beast, His large size would make you think he was slow, this would however be a fatal mistake. He charged forwards, and with no intention I found myself charging back. I landed many blows on his gigantic claws but did naught by a scratch to this monster. With one final smash to the found I was sent flying backwards, crashing into a Vandon and passing out…..
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