Shadowgate
Gasping for air, you rear your head up from between your legs. You peer around the shield, grazing the reddened edge with your cheek. You scream as the flesh is seared from the left side of your face, surely leaving a nasty scar. The dragon, as you see it now, leers at you from across the chamber.
Hastily turning back, you pull the sword free from the skeleton.
In your terror, your ears are blessed with a deep, infinite inhale. Slamming the buckler sturdily to the smoldering ground, you brace yourself.
Flame lashes out around you, skewering your senses. You sweat and curse as the molten fire continually pours out from behind the shield. What would be an eternity to you passes, and the fire finally withdraws.
The buckler is almost unbearable to carry. It seethes your skin to the touch and is melting around the edges.
« Go Back Hastily turning back, you pull the sword free from the skeleton.
In your terror, your ears are blessed with a deep, infinite inhale. Slamming the buckler sturdily to the smoldering ground, you brace yourself.
Flame lashes out around you, skewering your senses. You sweat and curse as the molten fire continually pours out from behind the shield. What would be an eternity to you passes, and the fire finally withdraws.
The buckler is almost unbearable to carry. It seethes your skin to the touch and is melting around the edges.