Five-Minute fiction - 14:18-14:23
Pog dropped to the floor and scampered across the ruined stones of the floor to the shadow of a large pillar that had ben toppled. His feet scattered loose stone and grit as he hurried. His cloak wafted casting strange shadows as the light from the tip of his finger danced to and fro. He heard the scrape of boots behind him, the chink of metal and stone and knew the rest of party would be right behind him.
The hiss and guttural flame of a torch flared to life casting even stranger shadows in the darkened space.
Cmon you little bastard, run! the voice said, and Pog didnt need to look round to know it was Darrick. The man overtook him as they sped toward the corner his polished metal armour glinting a myriad of colours. His cape wafted dancing playfully with his passage.
Another scrabbling of stone, and crunch of grit filled the chamber as the last two members of the party dropped to the ground, though Pog only heard one set of footfalls
Pog dropped to the floor and scampered across the ruined stones of the floor to the shadow of a large pillar that had ben toppled. His feet scattered loose stone and grit as he hurried. His cloak wafted casting strange shadows as the light from the tip of his finger danced to and fro. He heard the scrape of boots behind him, the chink of metal and stone and knew the rest of party would be right behind him.
The hiss and guttural flame of a torch flared to life casting even stranger shadows in the darkened space.
Cmon you little bastard, run! the voice said, and Pog didnt need to look round to know it was Darrick. The man overtook him as they sped toward the corner his polished metal armour glinting a myriad of colours. His cape wafted dancing playfully with his passage.
Another scrabbling of stone, and crunch of grit filled the chamber as the last two members of the party dropped to the ground, though Pog only heard one set of footfalls