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[the abyss]

Level 10 Emo Kid

“Gloomy Gus”

Sabre_Justice Posted:

Zak thought for a moment, then shuddered slightly. “Ooh… from I remember, kobolds HATE gnomes… But anyway, we could be way off. So stay wary… we’d better keep going. The only way is down.”

And, saying so, you suddenly realise that the wooden supports on the right walls are becoming more and more sparse, unlike the ones to your left which still continue on at regular intervals. You peer ahead: in the dim light, it seems that the right wall terminates about a few hundred paces ahead of you, if the sudden lack of torch light is anything to judge by.

The torches begin to flicker, as if there was a reasonably strong draft down that way. Instinctively you feel your pace slow down even as you grip your weapon a little tighter, unable to explain the sudden knot of fear in your stomach. But you don’t have to wonder any more: the right wall does end. The three of you peer over the edge…

”The only way is down.”

The entire pbumage is shaped to be a spiral around a central air well, the source of the strong down draft that you are all feeling now. It’s a long way down, about a mile or two: that in itself would normally be enough to explain the gulp of air you suddenly feel like you need to take, but what you do see scares you even more.

At the bottom of the spiral lies the colossal bleached form of a dragon skeleton, still set in gentle repose as if it were curled up asleep. More than that, though, you see kobolds: hundreds of kobolds, scurrying all over the skeletal frame of the dragon, all of them fighting and screaming and mating and quarrelling. The racket is terrible, that you can even hear it from your perch, but the smell is worse: masking even the stench of rot is the overpowering stink of filth and hundreds of unwashed bodies pressed together in a tight, enclosed space.

Seated upon the skull of the dragon himself is a kobold, larger than the rest of his brethren and actually clothed in something more than a loincloth. Simple guesswork tells you that he’s their leader, and the two equally-large kobolds by his side likely to be his bodyguards. For a moment you wonder why you’re able to see so clearly in this gloom, then you realise that the entire pit is lit with torches all around, almost one at every ten paces.

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