OOC: (How does one post pictures?)
Anyway BUMP for legendary sake.
Reminds me of my own expedition to the depths. Only with a sealable locked entryway, somehow my fortress miner's guild bypassed all cavern layers and landed on top of the
. I created a bridge and two-lever sealed entrance and abandoned, leaving a set of red steel armor and weapons for my adventurer to follow (Yes,
Genesis mod. The only editing I did was change the epic
deathly weapon's name into the Angelblade, it was a sword.). I'm impressed and very happy about this one so here goes mine in my own story. (Excuse my post here if you may.)
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So here came my Sylvan elf, one of the last of his race as it was told in the legends. He called upon those brave or foolish enough to follow him on his daring quest, the Nordic tribes as well as the Keepers followed him making a party of 10 in all. Knowing his skill yet also his weaknesses - being that he was not as strong as the dwarves of legend (who were sadly wiped out.) he set foot in the mile long tunnel breaching the earth.
On his way he found tons and tons of cavern monsters (Gremlins, Crundles, Elk Birds, Rutherers...) and had to slay them all except for those birds. That could not be said about his allies, whittled down to a man from the savage horrors, who then bled to death by a tiny bite in the finger...
Alone,without anyone to high-five for the safe descent and too weary to head back to the surface he trudged on. Finally coming upon the air-tight room. Levers were pulled, gears were turned and the bridge dropped, letting only him in. For safety measures if he wouldn't make it out alive, he pulled the other lever, sealing him inside.
What was left to say was that he saw a fortress of pure black rock.
The denizens were not too happy to see him and came upon him in a torrent of vengeance.
Slow, lumbering vengeance...
Undead, too many years down there. Easy prey. Some floors down and he came upon the blade. Realizing his goal was at hand he pulled it from its pedestal, the floor gave way.
Curiosity overcame him and now with a new blade in hand he descended into the depths, or the deeper depths so to speak.
Nothing but floors of rotting undead.
Until he spotted a Black demon hiding behind a stairwell, it and only it saw him. It seemed easy being a one-on-one fight. One difference was just in size, both contestants were well muscled and ready to fight to the death.
The other was that the demon could breathe dust...
And freezing vapors.
And boiling steam...
(Thats Genesis for you.)
From the upper stairwell they fought, the elf retreating back to avoid the heavy clouds rising from the demon.
Running back to the upper levels with nary a scratch he remembered the tale of Aban Diamondtowns and his feats, where oh
where were his allies?! Surely the forest must have heard his call! He was only talented in the sword and proficient in his defense, how crazy was he to come down and try to get what was not meant for the world to see?
Well, he was here and they were not. He had only one chance at this, he turned around and said:
"Cursed be ye foul demon, I carry the blade that sealed you here and I shall do so again!"
All that replied was laughter, mocking deep laughter. It echoed through the halls and filled his head. Dizzyness overcame him for a moment, a moment the demon used to boost himself using his dust towards the helpless elf all the while breathing his deathly mixture of heat and cold.
The only thing the elf could think of was blaspheming the demon, indicated by a universal gesture using his hand. It somehow worked and that was what caught the demon's attention. It made a grab for it using its wing and the elf swung his blade in return.
It missed its mark by a few inches, glancing off the scaled hide. A quick turn of the blade and it hit right into the abdomen, cutting the guts.
The demon realized its folly and brought out its inner rage, it couldn't die after being imprisoned down in this pit, sharing the same room and breathing space with others just like him. He wouldn't stand another second down here!
But it was too late, its rage blinded its attacks and the elf took the initiative to leap on its back, avoiding the clouds of death from its sacs and cut off its head in one fell swoop.
"Not a scratch...would you believe that."
He put the body and head into his wolf backpack and snuck away, unharmed and unhurt. Straining to carry his pack with him.
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And in my honest opinion, you had a lot more fun than me mate, I only got one of them before needing a retreat. I saw too many down there, zebras with their skin turned out, banshees made of steam dripping venom, thornbill brutes and their deadly muscles...
There is always more, lucky I got one... With an elf