Feast's Waltz [KK Second Floor | Private] Feb 1, 2019 19:55:28 GMT -5
Post by Ethan Sparrow on Feb 1, 2019 19:55:28 GMT -5
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[attr="class","atar"] The wind ripped through Ethan causing him to shiver in response. The three of them had been dragged out into the outskirts of Town Silva. There apparently was some sort of dungeon that had appeared nearby a week or so ago. So far not a single person that had entered the dungeon had returned on the other end. Cain was pushing for them to be here for some ungodly reasons. Ethan was a bit worried going in this time around. Cain had came back after that fight in the Fringe a different man...his grimoire it was toxic. What this new power was, still baffled Ethan. Cain showed only them two his abilities just the night before, after he already whisked them away from the base and in route to here. Like that Krampus Kavern, Cain had an itch to get into this place first as well. Ethan couldn’t say he was thrilled about this plan. Min hadn’t raised her skill since that time and he had not either. Cain was a new level of power, almost at the cusp of something. He believed that was what was driving Cain’s emotions these days. He knew he was close to something, he could smell and even taste it, all he needed now was that final push and he would be there. Some days when Cain and Wren were both in the base it was hard to determine the magic source. Their powers practically rivaled each other at this point.
Ethan grabbed Min’s wrist at Cain’s command for him to stick close to her during this exploration. The young mage was determined to make sure that the two of them made it out alive, no matter the cost. He did not think ill of Cain, but was only wary of him lately. Perhaps it would go back to the way he was after he obtained whatever he was searching for, one could only hope. After what seemed like hours of scaling the narrow mountain pass, Ethan and troupe found the castle, aglow by the pale moonlight.
The inside was cold and dark. Ethan made sure to keep his attention towards Min, if something tried to attack her in here, he would end their life. Cain seemed to not mind the dark, though his orbs of light had provided some comfort. The older mage walked towards the elaborate staircase near the center of the room, stopping only at a whim it seemed. With a wave of his hand the lights were gone and a chilling wind ran through the room like a pack of wolves. Ethan could feel the darkness in that wind, it was a hunger that consumed all the lives of those it touched. Within a mere moment nine bodies of what looked like mutated humans fell to the floor, dead. Just like that Cain killed them all. Ethan should not be impressed, he had seen Cain’s abilities before. They were frightening at times, but never like this. Never so twisted and cruel. The trio had ascended the stairs, Ethan always with a hand on Min’s arm or shoulder.
At the top they followed a long hallway. Cain casually checking a door here or there, though all seemed to be locked like a safe. The odd thing was that Cain didn’t seem to mind, he just kept going without a second look. Perhaps he knew that there was something else up ahead or that they were too strong for him to break through. Soon they had walked long enough down the hall that they came to a larger room, a banquet room perhaps? It would make sense with all the plates, goblets, and cutlery. The table was long and draped over with a white linen sheet. Upon further inspection one would notice that there were clear signs of decay on the linen, moths perhaps. Red stains seemed to cover the linen as well. Ethan’s eyes raced over the table, trying to distinguish what each object was with the limited light that the moon was providing through the windows. That’s when he heard the gasp from Min, turning to see her looking shocked at what she was holding. “Min, what is it?” He said in a hushed tone as he tried to move to her side to get a better view. That was when he noticed it was the femur of a human, bits of flesh seemed to hang off of it, was it fresh then?