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Valan Quinn · January 7, 2008, 03:52 PM

Valan looked up with amusement at Kevin. How could they be so jovial in a situation like this? He supposed he needed it though. This whole thing wouldn't work if they were as nervous as he was. He nodded simply at the pair, and unsheathed his rapier once more. The torch rested comfortable in his left hand while the hilt sat familiarly in his right. His teeth were clenched in anticipation as he followed his companions deeper into the rickety death trap. It wasn't too far until the trail of blood came to a head. The smeared, stale liquid ran underneath a small door ahead of them. Valan could hear a faint commotion coming from within. Before he could possibly deduce what was going on, the door came crashing down under the force of Kevin's tremendous kick.

The interior was grotesque. A noxious odor rushed up Valan's nostrils- the most putrid he had ever experienced. What was this? It was the stench of rotting flesh. He glanced at the floor and saw the corpses of a dwarf and a human- their entrails and grayed innards sprawled about. A forceful push attacked Valan's esophogaus. He managed to suppress it, but was left with a small trace of vomit in his mouth. Spitting at the ground, he dared to look again at what lay in front of him. There were three creatures. It was probably the most frightening thing the young man had ever seen. This was the stuff that roamed in nightmares. His body froze for a moment, unsure of how to react.

The loud twang of Kevin's crossbow snapped Valan out of his paralysis. It was time for battle, whether he was ready for it or not. The remaining two ghouls hissed loudly and lept towards the trio. It was at this point that the swordsman's body took over, subconciously assuming a Tierce position. As soon as one ghoul was within striking distance, Val attempted a powerful lunge, extending his reach and throwing his weight forward. It was safe to assume that his attack would be a bit quicker than his companions', given the nature of the rapier. It was his hope to bury his blade deep in the heart of this... thing, and give it a quick and efficient death.

January 7, 2008, 03:52 PM	#10 (permalink)
Valan Quinn Gentleman of the Coast Join Date: May 2006 Location: Archadoon and Trysvale. Posts: 138	Valan looked up with amusement at Kevin. How could they be so jovial in a situation like this? He supposed he needed it though. This whole thing wouldn't work if they were as nervous as he was. He nodded simply at the pair, and unsheathed his rapier once more. The torch rested comfortable in his left hand while the hilt sat familiarly in his right. His teeth were clenched in anticipation as he followed his companions deeper into the rickety death trap. It wasn't too far until the trail of blood came to a head. The smeared, stale liquid ran underneath a small door ahead of them. Valan could hear a faint commotion coming from within. Before he could possibly deduce what was going on, the door came crashing down under the force of Kevin's tremendous kick. The interior was grotesque. A noxious odor rushed up Valan's nostrils- the most putrid he had ever experienced. What was this? It was the stench of rotting flesh. He glanced at the floor and saw the corpses of a dwarf and a human- their entrails and grayed innards sprawled about. A forceful push attacked Valan's esophogaus. He managed to suppress it, but was left with a small trace of vomit in his mouth. Spitting at the ground, he dared to look again at what lay in front of him. There were three creatures. It was probably the most frightening thing the young man had ever seen. This was the stuff that roamed in nightmares. His body froze for a moment, unsure of how to react. The loud twang of Kevin's crossbow snapped Valan out of his paralysis. It was time for battle, whether he was ready for it or not. The remaining two ghouls hissed loudly and lept towards the trio. It was at this point that the swordsman's body took over, subconciously assuming a Tierce position. As soon as one ghoul was within striking distance, Val attempted a powerful lunge, extending his reach and throwing his weight forward. It was safe to assume that his attack would be a bit quicker than his companions', given the nature of the rapier. It was his hope to bury his blade deep in the heart of this... thing, and give it a quick and efficient death. __________________ "The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.” Valan Quinn *Credit for Avatar and Profile Picture goes to MsBizarre, @ deviantart.com.