Dungeon of Solomon

[Justin]

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Bo had been resting on the rock for a while now. She was getting bored, she channeled her bats. "Oh! Lanny's here too?!" Bo knows the gnome, Lanziver from around. High leveled Magical users tend to know of one another. "I should go see my old pal." Bo turned to Fluffers. "Come on Fluffers, let's go say hi to Lanny and Twinkle." Fluffers smiled his crooked sharp tooth smile. Bo skipped through the dungeon, following the sonar patterns of her bats.
Finally making it to where the sonar was the strongest, Bo spotted Lanny and Twinkle. They were with a group of other colorful characters. Bo ran behind the little gnome. "Lanny!" She scooped him up and gave him a big hug, she then sat him back down. Bo went to pat Twinkle, who just flew away from her. Bo pouted. "Aww Twinkle, are you still made at me from last time?" Bo was standing there with Fluffers, looking at everyone else. "Hi! I'm Little Bo Peep, Bo for short." Bo waved at the other individuals. Right now the narrator would have something to say, but he seemed a little preoccupied at the moment.
Bo saw a girl with comical sized scissors, she was hiding (unsuccessfully) behind Lanny. One of Bo's bats were harassing her. Bo looked at the bat, it was unusual for one of her bats to not obey her. Unless they were under some spell or what not. "Stop! Now, leave the crazy girl alone." The bat wasn't listening, it started to pick at the bow on the girl's head. "Awww, I think he likes you." Bo smiled at the bat picking at the girl.
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[LunarLavendula]

Dungeon of Solomon
In the deepest depths of the dungeon, stone grinded against stone in the dark. Every inch of wall was covered in rough carvings, depicting untold horrors, battles and gore. On these collosal walls characters not unfamiliar were also carved - noble princess and prince once thief, huntress and adventurers, berserker and wraith, slave and barbarian, rangers and necromancer, gnome and psycho. This cavern had been here since ancient times, along with these stories, and while they had been inert on these walls for many an eon, some force seemed to stir them now. If one were to peer closely, they might say these depictions began to move fractionally, to play out the tales they told in slow motion, to writhe in place against the cold stone, perhaps trying to escape from the fate that seemed inevitably to bewitch them.

And if these stories came to life, one seemed to jump into action far stronger then others. Red glowing liquid oozed out of the pores of the rock face around a story of a red-haired girl and a wolf.

In the center of the cavern stood a series of archways at strange angles, ornately designed and each unique. Most archways held nothing but empty air between it's pillars, but not all of them. One archway had rugged pillars that looked like jagged rocks, and within it held a mirror of equally disfigured design. Above the mirror, the symbol "I" bled red, and the mirror's glass began to ripple like water. A shadowed, skeletal hand reached through the glass.​

*​

Mia squealed in delighted surprise as Helka's sword burst into flames. She dodged back as the beast shunted forward, screeching some infernal sound at the loss of its' limbs. It didn't stop Mia taking a moment to cast a curious sideways glance in the direction of the gnome. She hadn't gotten a good read on him yet, but he seemed a powerful wizard of good character, and that was a comfort to the wraith.

It was at that moment a boney arrow shot past her face, mere inches away, and she was inclined to follow the path of the projectile with her eyes. It buried itself deep in the head of the beast. Between the barrage of unholy missiles and Helka's hefty flaming sword, the creature was brutally dispatched.

"A good fight, everyone." she enthused happily, conveniently forgetting about the harder trials yet to come.

Mia wondered what such a creature tasted like. Probably not that good.

She turned in time to see Bartholomew falling to the ground, an ominously rank smell of decay filling the air at the dark magic forces. It didn't bother Mia one bit, though hardly homely, she was very much used to death. The wraith was kneeling by his side in an instant, scooping up his head onto her lap and brushing away his bangs with a concerned look on her face.

"Oh sweet child, you mustn't overdo it so soon!" she cooed softly, perplexed by his question. She'd picked up little colloquial language in her time walking above ground among the living. She supposed bones were hardly warm, though certainly not cold - however compared to a flaming sword, they were probably a cooler form of magic. Mia gave a small nod. "yes, it was very cool magic indeed."

A rumble through the dungeon. A bat whisked past above Mia's head. She was still concerned about the boy's wellbeing over the newcomers who had wandered across them. They hadn't hit their head on cold stone! "Do you hurt anywhere?"

 

[MagiKin]

Outside the dungeon of Solomon, the winds screeched above the heads of many a spectator. Hair flung asunder from the violent gusts that now entered the arena and manifested just before the entrance door. A vortex of whirling winds slowly becoming a more shapely figure. It's voice booming out to the crowd, the spectators and the announcer. "I am called Velari of the Northern Djinn tribe. I have watched the tournament with interest and now wish to participate. Open the gates!" The announcer laughed excitedly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes here today. You've seen a wraith, a dancer and an orc/human team enter, but never before have we had a Djinn take on the Dungeon of Solomon. This ought to be exciting eh? Open the gates!" The gates to the dungeon creaked open and Velari turned to the opening. His athletic body stood firm against the smell of death and malice coming from the entrance. His steel blue eyes ready for any surprises, yet seeing none. His only weapon, a manifestable staff to protect himself as well as his variety of tricks. Far as he was concerned, he was ready and a surefire candidate for taking whatever prizes lay ahead.

As he approached the doors, he could feel the eyes of each and every one of the spectators, as well as the announcer, waiting anxiously for him to enter so those fantastic words could be shouted for all to hear. Switching to his wind form, a small tornado-esque being, he flew inside and heard the door clamor shut as he whisked down the cavern hall. Even as he descended he could hear the excited voice of the announcer reveling in his words. "VELARI THE DJINN FROM THE NORTH HAS NOW ENTERED THE DUNGEON OF SOLOMON!!!"

(without the fire of course)

 

[BaskinJR]

Hobbling after the rather flamboyant, and somewhat arrogant, djinn, was a sidhe elf Druid. Verdé was his name, and the crowd watched his approach to the dungeon entrance rather perplexedly. The tassels on his great staff, wreathed in botanical life, bounced slightly as he walked.
His approach was heralded by the quip of, "Who let the janitor in?", from the commentator. The crowd burst into laughter.
Verdé's decrepit face lost none of its sangfroid, his watery, rheumy eyes staring straight ahead.
He entered.

 

[Huntress]

Her hurried footfalls echoed through her ears as she ran through trees that seemed to have sprouted out of nowhere. The lunar light shining brighter as she carried on. Her eyes were constantly analyzing her surroundings as she ran trying to find anywhere that she could hide from the ever growing moon.

Eventually the trees faded and Ann found herself standing at the edge of the forest that turned into a vast, flat meadow. The moon was beaming down on her, it's figure just about ready to pass it's waxing crescent phase. What sorcery was causing this to happen? What was this area of the dungeon? Would everyone see the same thing?

Clenching her jaw, her expression.was worried with every passing second the moon gained more light. Taking a deep breath the red head made her decision. She hadn't really much of a choice. Dashing forward she sprinted at full speed, an inhuman pace as she ran across the meadow that never seemed to end. There was no end in sight and Anastasia grew worried.

The moon approached it's waxing quarter as a mountain face came into the the Berserkers sharp gaze. A small spark of hope shimmered in her eyes as she pushed harder, ran faster. As the mountain face filled her vision Anna began to slow down. The moon had reached its waxing gibbons state, within minutes it would be full.

Searching the mountain face for any sign of a doorway or entrance the red head tried to catch her breath as her heart pounded in her chest. It was a subtle orange flick that caught her eyes, sending Anastasia into full speed once again. Her skin shimmered in the moonlight, cold sweat covering her body, an attempt to cool the rising temperature of her core.

Reaching the doorway she stopped. Both her hands stretched across the doorway to support herself. Her breaching was even more laboured than before, her chest rising and falling heavily. Her skin burned. Glancing over her shoulder green eyes grew wide the reflection of the full moon in her gaze almost glowing. Stepping into the small dimly lit alcove Anna leaned against the cold stone wall, a sigh of relief escaping her as it soothed her burning skin.

The crowds on the outside that watched the delve booed in disappointment as the red head seemed to have a moment to regain herself.

The door that was across from Anastasia was much smaller than the last one she had stepped through. Looking at it she didn't want to lean away from the cooling stone. Eventually the woman stepped forth, after her breathing had returned to normal. Reaching for the knob she pulled away as her flesh was seared. A loud sizzling echoing through the small alcove. The berserker cursed and held her hand. Glaring at the door she flared her nostrils with a low growl.

"It's never that easy in the dungeon of Solomon ladies and gentlemen. You'd think the contenders would know this by now." The announcer laughed loudly. "It only takes a glimmer to see what's really in her." Another proud, booming laugh from the narrator.

The uncomfortable shiver ran down Anna's spine again, soon the uncomfortable warmth returned. She watched as the orange glow that came from the single torch was being over powered by a silvery, blue veil of light. She looked away from it, made her way as far back in the small alcove as she could. The light burned at any exposed flesh, her eyes shut tightly as she muttered to herself and kept her gaze away.

The first cracks were subtle, the metallic scent of fresh blood was strong as fingernails split open, the taste soon following as human teeth were replaces by those of a beast. Anastasia's head hung low as she spat out the blood in her mouth. At this point, there wasn't much she could do to fight it...

 

[DANAsaur]

Scarlet
Werewolf/ "Daughter of Red"/ "Forbidden Fruit"

Letting out a heavy sigh, a girl emerged deep within a mysterious woods and went over the famous Dungeon of Solomon. She was on her way to town when she came upon a black shade and feeling that it will be a start of something, she ran away afraid.

She made her way to the dungeon, getting lost among the twist and turns of the hallways. Eventually she found herself on the spectators bench, her red flowing cape billowing on the wind. She knew that there will be blood shed today and it was quite obvious because of the spectators and the excitement buzzing around her.

"I'm sure no one will mind if I watch for a little while~" Scarlet murmured to herself, watching a djin enter and followed by a druid.​

 

[BaskinJR]

At the first terminal in the dungeon, Verdé stopped, and drew a pouch from his belt. Inhaling dusty fumes from inside it, his eyes filled with dim incandescence as he descended into a highly perceptive state. He extended his senses to attempt to make out anything hostile down the paths.
Verdé knew better than to think that this dungeon could conceivably be beaten. But with forethought and planning, it was possible to trick the system and expose what was actually happening.

 

[AAB]

Makusudi "Sudi" Imani ~ Human ~ Swing Dancer of the Spider Clan​

Sudi ran in long strides, her heels never touching the ground. Her curved knives were safely strapped about her waist, and her thigh occasionally bumped the spiked naginata on her back. "You could try getting that orb," she had been told, "everyone's been saying how powerful it must be." Powerful enough to sting a tortoise, surely.

There was the crowd, just as she had been told. Spectators. Sudi did not like spectators, but knew they could not see her once she was inside.

"I come for an orb!" Sudi proclaimed in a harsh dialect, "mark me to enter!" An attendant approached her and asked who she was.

"Makusudi Imani of the Spider Clan has entered the Dungeon of Solomon!"

Sudi paused just after entering to catch her breath. Spiders did not pant. Spiders watched and waited. As she breathed heavily through her nose, Sudi's sharp eyes took in the beginning of Solomon's Dungeon. This was not a dungeon. This was an expansive cave such as did not exist. Sudi only imagined it had been built by a tribe of giants after a visioneer had perceived a great storm.

Others had entered before her. They may be near the orb already. Sudi had no intention to kill other orb-seekers, but she doubted it would be necessary. She was a swing dancer and they were not; they would not have her agility and speed, and that was what was necessary to snatch something and escape with it. But for now, as they might be nearing the orb already, the quickest path would be the one they took. Sudi closed her eyes to remember what her cousin had told her: "Spiders leave no tracks as tortoises do. The heavy feet send out dust." She looked at the stone floor. The path was obvious.

Sudi returned to her long strides to catch those who had gone before. She passed a dead beast and wondered whether it had been an orb-seeker. There was an enormous plant-like thing someone had destroyed...and a forest. A forest in the cave...the giants must have had great wisdom, and this had sprung from their vegetable garden.

Then there were the people. Sudi had heard none of the introductions and did not know who they were. Her hands tensed on her knife hilts and her lips pursed as her stern eyes carefully viewed the others.

 

[Crono]

Mali and Malcan, finding nothing but death traps, chose to return to the first room. There they found a already annoying djinn and a old man that in Mali's mind, was the more respect-worthy of the two. "Good eve' sir." She said, a slight bow in respect was given to the man. Malcan the orc did not perform his natural form of introduction, Mali had (forcefully) informed him that head butting people was not a good way to say hi.

The girl swatted at the bat uselessly. "I don't like it." She whimpered. The bat grew more violent, growing claws and scratching the poor young woman. She brought out her scissors and swinging them at the bat.

 

[BaskinJR]

@Crono
Verdé nodded absentmindedly in reply, and hummed insistently. Seeming to make up his mind, he pointed his staff at the left path covered in rocks. Robust, verdant vines pulled the boulders apart, and Verdé strode through.

 

[Banana-senpai]

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Looking around as she regained her composure, Helka heard Lanziver mutter a name Helka did not want to accept she heard. She discovered that two other individuals came, a little blond girl who hid-or tried to hide- behind Lanziver and a magic user followed by bats and what looked like something like a rabbit. Helka had a bad feeling. She knew that woman through her brother's warnings. She wondered what kind of encounter her brother would have had with this woman.

"I don't think it's safe to stay here for long." Helka said, swinging her great-sword and letting it rest on her shoulders. "I think we should move. I don't know if it's just me, but maybe this dungeon changes in accordance to the people in it. That's a common labyrinth spell or something, right?" She looked to the magic users. "And who knows what creatures are tracing our scent and what creatures await. If we move now we can at least get to them one by one. Or two."

She approached the girl who was hiding behind Lanziver and patted her on the shoulder. "But there are lots of us now, we should do just fine." she said with a warm smile, remembering her own younger sisters.

She knew when worse comes to worst, they'll all have to fight for the orb in the end, but right now, Helka would rather be friends with future enemies.

 

[AAB]

Makusudi Imani

Sudi twisted herself out of the way as a large green beast moved past her, followed by a human. Returning to the entrance? Were they giving up? It mattered not to Sudi. She took another look at the plant-like heap before moving on. She had never seen a thing like it. She had heard plants grew very large in some places. But...how large? It would only take a moment to see.

Sudi took a few quick steps to see the heap from another angle. She caught sight of a bit of bright yellow and edged closer. It was a woman's hair. It looked like her skin had never felt the sun, and her hair looked akin to the sun. Beside the woman there was...a hole? "They say the orb's at the very bottom," Sudi remembered. This must be the way then. She was almost there. Go down, grab the orb, and slip back out into the sunlight before anyone realized the orb was gone.

Hoping to be gone before the woman woke up, Sudi quickly scampered down the winding stairs. She opened her eyes wide at the bottom, to open the way for the flickering offered by a fading torch at her feet. It was even darker here than above, and Sudi was glad of her uncle's insistence on night training. There seemed to be a snake-stone in the middle of the small room, though Sudi knew the snakes themselves were gone. Her father had seen to that.

The orb was nowhere in sight. There were some markings on the snake-stone, probably some ancient curse on whoever was seeking the orb. With a quick flash of her knife, Sudi made a long scratch across the inscription before returning above. No curse was strong enough to frighten a spider.

Above the hole, the woman still slept. Sudi looked her over. Had she taken the orb already? Sudi did not think there was room in her clothing to hide the orb, but perhaps the orb was smaller than she had assumed. Sudi patted the blonde down, then rolled her over and checked the other side. There seemed to be no orb...but why on Earth was this woman sleeping here? "If I am a Dawa, I will wake you," Sudi muttered.

 

[Assallya]

Assallya wanted to scream as the orc and human woman just casually left her lying at their feet. She could see, in a somewhat limited fashion as she couldn't turn her head and she could hear perfectly well but movement, even waggling a finger was beyond her. It had been bad enough when they'd simply dragged her up the staircase by the hair. She had felt every bone jarring bump until she'd been tossed into the soft grass at the base of the giant dead plant. Then when they'd walked off, her words had died in her throat, unable to be brought forth.

She wasn't sure how much longer she laid there. With nothing to occupy her and being unable to move she found it difficult to gauge the passage of time. The "sun" overhead never moved and she'd long lost count of her eye blinks. Then she found herself being patted down. At first she thought she was being robbed and then she remembered that wealth meant near to nothing down here. You either escaped with the ultimate prize or not at all. Then she was flipped face down. She caught a sight of someone, just a glimpse of brown hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in a month and jaw line that was distinctly slender and then she was flipped onto her face and she could see nothing but soil and grass, the green tips tickling uncomfortably at her mascaraed eyelashes.

What she wouldn't give to be able to close her eyes.

 

[Ookami]

Seren | Female Witch | Tamer of Beasts, Midnight Maniac, Angel of Night, Magic Goddess

Seren felt the soles of her shoes as she landed on the ground, late as usual. The innocent looking girl looked around at everyone and saw them tremble in fear. She flashed a couple a smile and watched as the young women cried into her boyfriends shirt. Without another glance, Seren walked off in the direction of the dungeon she had been summoned to fight inside. As she walked, she put her hand up with her palm outstretched. Muttering a few words a Glyph appeared over her head and an animal fell out. She closed her hand quickly and rested her arm at her side. She looked over at the beast with a smile then climbed aboard. "Take me to the Dungeon of Solomon." She told the beast. With a grunt the animal took off running.

They got there within minutes and Seren climbed off. "I'll take it from here." She told the animal. She watched as it put it's head down and Seren hovered her hand over it's ears. She ran her hovering hand down the body until she couldn't reach and the beast disappeared into thin air. She nodded once then with a sweet smile turned and entered the dungeon. She hoped there would be a lot of beasts she could take control of. Just the thought made her even happier and she picked up the pace.​

 

[Damien Kriez]

Bartholomew was definitely drained of most if not all his energy. Even Blackberry, who normally had her own set of abilities, have neighed in exhaustion. Blackberry, Bartholomew's horse, was not his creation, but his father's - and a very powerful one at that. Blackberry has lived ever since the death of Browning, whereas little Bart's skeletons could barely touch ten minutes. He had risen skeletal bunnies, froglets, cats and dogs, as well as other small animals. He had only become a little adept at raising human skeletons back to life. Browning was a feared necromancer who retreated to live a normal life. Before his redemption, he had risen dragons, trolls, and battlefields-worth of dead from beyond the grave. Bart always thought it was toy magic, not one inclined with death. Blackberry was all he had left of his father's memory.

Waking up to see Mia holding him in her arms, the boy blushed slightly and shook his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. The other companions grew in number, with another spell caster who controlled animals. Huzzah! It was what he thought. Shyly placing the Wraith's arms away from him, he struggled to mount on Blackberry's back. Its rotting flesh seeped maggots, but the boy was unfazed. Even the girl who looked about his age, the one wielding the scissors joined the group. They were no longer a small band of adventurers, but a whole party. He smiled at this thought. "Hey, come on let's go!" He waved, patting Blackberry's behind to make her pace slowly. He had held Mia's hand, pulling her towards the pathway. His pathetic little crush was evident by the redness of his face. "That girl with the scissors and the girl with the animals - are they nice?" He asked the girl. His other hand was still holding his head, feeling the pain of hitting his head on the cold stone floor. However, he wished to be brave to impress the white angel. He arched his back, popping his chest forward as if he imitated a muscular man who wished to protect his guarding angel.

 

[Majem]

Lanziver "The Cave Dweller" Hisworth

At the scream coming their way, Lanziver responded by taking on a battle stance, though got a little out of focus when he noticed her hiding behind him and not, say, the woman with the giant sword. Did his age make him the most trustworthy? It was certainly a welcome compliment after Bartholomew calling him a child, the gnome couldn't hold back the smile tugging at his lips. But before he could comfort what seemed to be yet another child, he spotted what the girl was so afraid of that she'd cower behind a gnome; a large bat with glowing red eyes. It must've been one of Bo's, though unless the psychopath had learned an entire new division of magic it certainly wasn't her work to have enlarged the little animal to this monstrous size. More than likely one of hers got corrupted by the evil entities within the dungeon, causing it to grow in size and monstrosity. He had to get rid of it immediately, despite his fondness of this particular type of animals. The gnome raised his staff and..

.. got picked up by a rather cheerful woman who seemed to know the gnome, given her introduction. Lanziver was anything but happy to be scooped up like that, but his frail limbs couldn't do anything but squirm around as he was being hugged. "Put me down, woman! This is disrespectful towards yer elders!" He told her and straightened his robe once he was put down on the ground again. Pet bat Twinkle had made a run from Bo already, fearing the power she held over him even more so than Lanziver did.
As the female wizard tried to regain control over the animal, Lanziver noted her failure and nodded as he began to speak again. "Jus' as I thought. Bo, what do ye think yer doin' sendin' these poor animals through this place? They get possessed or corrupted or elsewise turned to monsters by whatever lie in this rottin' place." The gnome stated and approached the bat harassing the poor girl. He raised his staff again and disrupted the flow of air around the bat's wings, rendering its flapping useless and making it drop to the floor. However, with his earthen arm come to life again, the gnome caught the animal mid-fall; it could scratch and bite this arm all it wanted, it wouldn't help. "Poor thing. I'm sorry." Lanziver told the creature, frantically trying to claw its way out of Lanziver's grip. His "hand" shifted and reformed around the bat's head, then imploded with a crunch. The bat went limp after that and Lanziver dropped the dead animal to the floor before lighting it ablaze. The gnome clicked his tongue three times and Twinkle flew back to its master's shoulder.

"Come on now. All of ye. It's dangerous to go alone. Ye too, scissors." Lanziver continued and began walking, leading the way further into the dungeon, though with his small legs anyone could easily catch up with him quickly. "Which reminds me. Why are the lot of ye in this forsaken place anyhow? Ye seem like far too nice people fer this." He added, hoping the others would share their motives, after which he could hope to disinterest them in the orb. Unless it's ultimate power they're looking for, but that likely wasn't the case and if it was, then he'd simply have to kill them in the end.

 

[DANAsaur]

Scarlet
Werewolf/ "Daughter of Red"/ "Forbidden Fruit" ​

Yawning, Scarlett is getting bored just watching from the side lines. There's nothing interesting happening, and she's been sitting on her chair like a fool for hours. "Hmm... I wonder~" she said thoughtfully and went to the gate, giggling slightly "Scarlet, the Forbidden Fruit of the Forest and the Daughter of Red would like to enter the dungeon~" she stated playfully but with a serious edge. The spectator laughed at her "Go home missy and deliver those cookies to your grandmother!" they teased, laughing even more.

The gates opened and she entered with her basket in tow, not caring the loud insults and teasing the spectators are giving her. They are underestimating her greatly, which she didn't like at all.

Arriving at the first terminal, she saw the elder earlier and gave him a respectful bow and curtsy "Greetings, wise elder" she greeted with a smile and turned her attention towards a girl with an orc. "And to you as well miss. Do you want some cookies? I just baked them this morning" she offered the group, showing off the cookies she brought in her basket.

 

[AAB]

The yellow-haired woman had nothing of use on her. The hole had nothing of use inside. It was time to move on. Abruptly, Sudi stepped away from the obviously-drunk woman, twisted in place, and moved swiftly along the path. Within seconds, she turned a corner and found several other seekers.

One stood like a tortoise, but with much longer hair and much thicker clothes. A girl wore a silly blue gown, as if she had sleepwalked into the room. Another girl wore something even more outrageous, as if a lunatic had dressed her in the dark. Her shirt was lumpy, she wore no pants, and instead of shoes she wore small snake-stones...all in a color that seemed to say, "I am not a warrior. I am a pitiful distraction for you to kill while the real warriors sneak up behind you."

There also was a dwarf and a large ass that the flesh seemed to be peeling away from. It was obviously diseased; it would be wise to avoid that creature. It was sure to drop dead at any moment.

Sudi clenched one side of her jaw, then the other. These were...talking. A prize to be collected, and they stood and talked. The orb would not be won through talk; it would be won through speed. Sudi sidestepped and backstepped, smoothly maneuvering around the group in a way that might have gone unnoticed against the wilderness hills at dusk...but which was less than subtle against the backdrop of the Dungeon of Solomon.

 

[Huntress]

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The first crack to echo through the small alcove came from her right shoulder. Her right hand instinctively twitched, to clench something, a way to cope with the pain. Instead the red head winced as still forming claws scraped against stone. Her shoulder continued to push back, struggling against the single pauldron on her right side. Reaching up for the strap the pained woman undid the small piece of armour and heard it clunk against the stone floor. It didn't take long for the fabric along her arm to grow tighter as muscle began to expand. The straps on her forearm guard grew painful as they tightened with every moment. Reaching over she yanked on the straps, ripping them off; the second piece of armour fell to the ground shortly after. With her arm free of restricting armour the leather began to tear. The rest of her body began following suit. Leather and straps groaning before snapping and tearing, giving way. Her body was ever expanding as muscles continued to bulge, bones snapping and re-mending, sinew tearing as her form, not only grew in thickness but in height as well. The alcove was small to begin with and the space continued growing smaller as the once female figure mutated into some sort of monstrosity. Red fur began to sprout through every pore across her skin, identical to her hair colour. Anna's spine lengthened to form a thick tail, her face disfigured as it pushed forward, the bestial fangs also growing in the lengthening maw that was to house the razor sharp teeth of the predator she was becoming.

The cries and screams of pain faded along with the disturbing sounds of the berserker's mutating body. Deep, gruff and husky breaths echoed in the small alcove. The creature remained hunched, facing the wall as it's back scraped against the the stone that was once above the human woman. Turning away the monster looked out the mouth of the small, enclosed area. Dropping to all fours the wolf-beast still barely fit within the room. From hand to shoulder seemed to be the same height as the woman that once stood in alcove.

Pieces of armour littered the ground where Anna had gone through her change, scraps of leather scattered about as well. Some pieces still clung to the creature's large body. Ears twitched in various directions as even more sensitive senses analyzed the animal's surroundings. There was loud click that caught the creature's attention. Turning it's head it watched the small door creak open, nothing but darkness on the other side. Eyes identical to Anastasia's squinted. A subtle growl rumbling as the creature forced itself through the door. Eyes began adjusting to the darkness when a thud practically had the creature snarling as it turned towards the source of the sound. A subtle hiss soon followed, the creature turned around and stood to get into an offensive position but instead whimpered as the top of it's head connected with solid stone. Dropping to all fours once again the creature was startled as a choir of swooshing sounds boomed through it's sensitive ears.

Momentarily blinded buy the sudden explosion of light the wolf shut it's eyes and opened them moments after. Lanterns within the stone walls lit up simultaneously. A new room with a different path. Voices echoed in the distance and the beast slowly made it's way towards what it was hearing.​

 

[Crono]

Mali looked at the cookies suspiciously. "How do we know if the-" But she was cut off by Malcan grabbing the basket and dumping its contents into his open mouth. The ranger held in what looked like a explosion of anger and put up one finger to the girl for a moment. She walked over, picked up a stone brick, and threw it as hard as she could at her partner.

The heavy stone collided with Malcan's thick scull before he could fully swallow, spitting out anything that was in the basket, if such was true, that was not cookie. He rubbed his head, wiped the spit from his face, and gave the girl back her basket. "Sorry" ,he grumbled. "Malc, if I had a coin for every- uh sir? I don't think there is anything that way."

The druid was heading into the jungle room and Mali didn't remember any more passages there. "Hold on" ,she said to the girl before catching up with the old man. The elvish dancer was still there, dead as far as Mali knew, as well as a passageway that she had completely forgotten about. "Oh, how did I miss that?"

A light sprinkle of warm ashes fell on Assallya's back, coming from the hole in the roof of the room

The now headless bat continued to struggle as if it was still alive for a few moments, then all of the blood left its body at once. The girl seemed very relived by this, put away her scissors and suddenly was rather joyful. "Thank you sir! I'm Alice Small!" She happily hugged him and then turned to the rest of the rest of the group. "Hello! My mum is really sick so I came here to get a magic orb to make her feel better!"