Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 18:51:39 GMT 1
Gritspit could hear the other man calling him from the mouth of the crack he had just crawled into. There was a slight urgency in voice although he couldn't make out the words as they where muffled by the jacket he had pulled around his face. Gritspit peered over his shoulder as best he could and could see Horik examining something in his torch. He shrugged and turned back to continue alone on his tight crawl. “Just a minute.” he called casually down that narrow corridor. “I think I can see the end of the tunnel.”
As he called along he could see more drips fall around him, he even felt the air of a drip that passed a hair's width from his ear and land next to him with an angry hiss. Another drip landed on the heavy sole of his boot and began to fizzle there. Gritspit didn't seem to notice, his jacket was shucked so tight around his face to block the smell that he was insulated from the sounds around him.
Finally he made it to the other side of the narrow crack and he felt the airy relief of open space above his head. He dragged himself out of the crack which was about 4 foot above the ground on this side, slung his legs around and landed with a loud thud on the other side.
The air here felt thick and stifling and the smell was beginning to seeping through his jacket so he pulled it even tighter around his face. Even his eyes and throat had began to tingle. 'But I don't feel sick or dizzle...' he recalled Horik's warning to himself and so concluded it couldn't be gas. He shone his torch around the open space and noticed that it reflect back off the floor like a mirror. As he got closer he realized that is was a large pool of water unlike any underground pond he'd ever seen. The surface of the pool shifted strangely, like it was covered in a gossamer thin skin that refracted the light from his torch in the most memorizing way. The water danced to looked almost warm, inviting and he began to reach his hand down to touch it.
As he called along he could see more drips fall around him, he even felt the air of a drip that passed a hair's width from his ear and land next to him with an angry hiss. Another drip landed on the heavy sole of his boot and began to fizzle there. Gritspit didn't seem to notice, his jacket was shucked so tight around his face to block the smell that he was insulated from the sounds around him.
Finally he made it to the other side of the narrow crack and he felt the airy relief of open space above his head. He dragged himself out of the crack which was about 4 foot above the ground on this side, slung his legs around and landed with a loud thud on the other side.
The air here felt thick and stifling and the smell was beginning to seeping through his jacket so he pulled it even tighter around his face. Even his eyes and throat had began to tingle. 'But I don't feel sick or dizzle...' he recalled Horik's warning to himself and so concluded it couldn't be gas. He shone his torch around the open space and noticed that it reflect back off the floor like a mirror. As he got closer he realized that is was a large pool of water unlike any underground pond he'd ever seen. The surface of the pool shifted strangely, like it was covered in a gossamer thin skin that refracted the light from his torch in the most memorizing way. The water danced to looked almost warm, inviting and he began to reach his hand down to touch it.