PenguinDesperado
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 15, 2013
Today wasn't a good day.
Isaac was a Hero (or at least he thought he was), and as a Hero, he must undertake Good Deeds. However, as he sprinted through the high halls of the castle, he was starting to think that the one he'd chosen to undertake was a good bit above his head. He'd gone after a large castle, over its moat, sneaked in through the back behind her monstrous guard dogs, and had confronted the mad succubus that presided over it. He'd found her in a great laboratory, with all manner of bizarre contraption around her, letting of sparks of electricity as the storm outside belted bolts of lightning at the rods on the roof. She had been conducting experiments most foul in her clifftop lair, terrorizing the countryside.
It had been a great and glorious battle, a meeting of two matched warriors, which was to say he'd been trounced within seconds by a monster that didn't even seem entirely aware that he was there. Her offhand gesture at him had sent him flying into a nearby wall, and when he was done being dazed, he'd gone scrambling out of the room like there was no tomorrow.
He had no idea how to get back to the exit. The layout of the damn place seemed to make no sense at all. He'd go down a set of stairs, around a corner, down a hall, and then down a set of stairs, around a corner, down a hall, until he realized he was somehow making a circle without actually ever heading back up at any point. That sort of thing could get to someone after a while, and Isaac just started taking doors at random. Left, right, right, down, left, up a ladder, through a kitchen, and finally fleeing right into a suit of armor.
Isaac went stumbling, his chick cracking into the ground, groaning as he decided to just lay there a moment and get his bearings -- and his breath -- back. He was, at this point, not convinced that he was ever going to get out of the darn place. And he'd left his sword back at the succubus' laboratory, a fact which was apparently only becoming readily apparent to him just then. A castle-shaking thundercrack did him the convenient kindness of covering the foul obscenities he muttered to himself.
Isaac was a Hero (or at least he thought he was), and as a Hero, he must undertake Good Deeds. However, as he sprinted through the high halls of the castle, he was starting to think that the one he'd chosen to undertake was a good bit above his head. He'd gone after a large castle, over its moat, sneaked in through the back behind her monstrous guard dogs, and had confronted the mad succubus that presided over it. He'd found her in a great laboratory, with all manner of bizarre contraption around her, letting of sparks of electricity as the storm outside belted bolts of lightning at the rods on the roof. She had been conducting experiments most foul in her clifftop lair, terrorizing the countryside.
It had been a great and glorious battle, a meeting of two matched warriors, which was to say he'd been trounced within seconds by a monster that didn't even seem entirely aware that he was there. Her offhand gesture at him had sent him flying into a nearby wall, and when he was done being dazed, he'd gone scrambling out of the room like there was no tomorrow.
He had no idea how to get back to the exit. The layout of the damn place seemed to make no sense at all. He'd go down a set of stairs, around a corner, down a hall, and then down a set of stairs, around a corner, down a hall, until he realized he was somehow making a circle without actually ever heading back up at any point. That sort of thing could get to someone after a while, and Isaac just started taking doors at random. Left, right, right, down, left, up a ladder, through a kitchen, and finally fleeing right into a suit of armor.
Isaac went stumbling, his chick cracking into the ground, groaning as he decided to just lay there a moment and get his bearings -- and his breath -- back. He was, at this point, not convinced that he was ever going to get out of the darn place. And he'd left his sword back at the succubus' laboratory, a fact which was apparently only becoming readily apparent to him just then. A castle-shaking thundercrack did him the convenient kindness of covering the foul obscenities he muttered to himself.