darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
The dripping, dank tomb was certainly uninviting. The whole place stank like death and mildew, with just the hint of rotting flesh. It made Cassandra want to empty the contents of her stomach in a corner. For now though, the Grecian warrioress simply tightened her grip on her weapon as she cautiously went deeper into the dark depths.
She'd started questing to find her sister, and soon found herself caught in the great battle for the legendary sword. The local village had mentioned that a great weapon lay in the depths of this tomb, and Cassandra intended to make it her own.
Something squelched under Cassandra's foot, causing her to pause. Grimacing, she leaned over and began using her sword to scrape at the goo that had gathered under her boot. "This is just gross," she muttered, her concentration focused on relieving her white boot of the greenish slime that had somehow found its way there. Her weapon and guard were down, but as she hadn't seen or heard anything since entering, surely it would be alright.
She'd started questing to find her sister, and soon found herself caught in the great battle for the legendary sword. The local village had mentioned that a great weapon lay in the depths of this tomb, and Cassandra intended to make it her own.
Something squelched under Cassandra's foot, causing her to pause. Grimacing, she leaned over and began using her sword to scrape at the goo that had gathered under her boot. "This is just gross," she muttered, her concentration focused on relieving her white boot of the greenish slime that had somehow found its way there. Her weapon and guard were down, but as she hadn't seen or heard anything since entering, surely it would be alright.