TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
Colin nodded agreement at Anne Marie's words. Unslinging his satchel, he began handing contents. "Torches," he said. "And matches, just in case." Then he strapped on a brass and leather belt, with a baroque sidearm in a leather holster. "A heat gun as well." He winked. "Just in case."
Pulling on the wellingtons, he ducked under the rope. In no time at all, the light from the tourist passage was lost, leaving the trio to proceed down the skull-lined hall with nothing more than the light cast by their electric torches. Colin found himself walking softly out of sheer superstitious dread, as if he feared awakening the dead. "Well," he murmured softly, pausing to make a small mark on the wall with a piece of green chalk, "I can see where the lurid tales of the catacombs come from. I suppose it's true that devil-worshipping cults meet down here?"
Shortly thereafter, the passageway branched. Fingers over the lens, Colin sent a thin shaft of light down each of the three corridors in turn. "Anyone have any suggestions?" he asked. "I don't see anything in particular to recommend one over the other."
Pulling on the wellingtons, he ducked under the rope. In no time at all, the light from the tourist passage was lost, leaving the trio to proceed down the skull-lined hall with nothing more than the light cast by their electric torches. Colin found himself walking softly out of sheer superstitious dread, as if he feared awakening the dead. "Well," he murmured softly, pausing to make a small mark on the wall with a piece of green chalk, "I can see where the lurid tales of the catacombs come from. I suppose it's true that devil-worshipping cults meet down here?"
Shortly thereafter, the passageway branched. Fingers over the lens, Colin sent a thin shaft of light down each of the three corridors in turn. "Anyone have any suggestions?" he asked. "I don't see anything in particular to recommend one over the other."