Post by Morph on Feb 26, 2008 14:29:45 GMT -5
He looked upwards, at the hole far above his head, and stumbled backwards with a pondering look on his face. He mumbled to himself incoherently and ununderstandably and he cursed in strange tongues. Then came more understandable words, yet still curses.
"Goddammit." Morpheus cursed to himself. "Think, Glitzar, think. You got yourself slain-punched by an overpowering undead-ish golem-dragon critter straight down through Earth's crust and through the planar layers of death itself straight into Hell, and now you need to get out. The Sanguinix is way too far away from here, so getting out via Deathsailer is not an option if you want it to be quickly."
He cursed to himself yet again in a strange language, perhaps one that did not even exist, or was one that was only known to himself, and he started to walk around, sometimes casting wary glances around, for Hell was the kind of place one did not want to find themselves in, not even if one had the right amounts of power or knowledge to survive or even strive there.
"Goddammit." Morpheus cursed to himself. "Think, Glitzar, think. You got yourself slain-punched by an overpowering undead-ish golem-dragon critter straight down through Earth's crust and through the planar layers of death itself straight into Hell, and now you need to get out. The Sanguinix is way too far away from here, so getting out via Deathsailer is not an option if you want it to be quickly."
He cursed to himself yet again in a strange language, perhaps one that did not even exist, or was one that was only known to himself, and he started to walk around, sometimes casting wary glances around, for Hell was the kind of place one did not want to find themselves in, not even if one had the right amounts of power or knowledge to survive or even strive there.