Lacewing
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As the title suggests this is a Fantasy Science Fiction story, and is a story. I will be editing and making these posts done here for a short novela on my webpage.
How that came to be is that I had, upon moving to a new server that allowed more adult oriented martial, opened up my page to allow for more adult aimed stories and art work.
BUT I was bombarded with badly writen porn and discustingly portraid gay blowjobs.
Talking to a friend of mine I decided that I should write a more adult story that will be the standard I can point to and say "See now when I say adult I don't mean skank"
This story is open for PMs but not for any other players but those invited. The story has an arch and something of a point, so pardon if anyone takes unkindly to it being a closed thred. Current players only include Myself and airbourne92
As a side note, apoligies that the first post is so long, I originally had started this on my own, then with the help of a friend who had to drop out, now here. So this is the entire story to this point.
Also since I do better with descriptions of looks in story form and in drawing, I included a drawing I did of the two lead charactors with this story. Enjoy.
The only active charactors so far are Rane and Creed.
Rane is a girl from a small boarder town. THe kindomes had resently gotten over wars and alot of trouble and now everyone wants to cling to a weird sort of peace but the boarders are under constant attack from bandits and murader groups. Rane's village is the victum of one such attack at the begining of this story.
Creed is a geneticaly and magicicly enhance super solder, a race born for war. When the wars ended his people were left at loose ends. Not enough mercinary jobs avalable to keep them in the fields they were trained for, feared because of thier differences. Many formed into bandit and murading groups that raided looted and raped the boarder town to a living. A rather harsh and often fatal living, but for many the only thing they could do since they were born to this and had no other skills past the arts of war.
Thus the story begins one beautful spring day...........
Creed's Rane
part one
Morning dawned on the small border town.
Farmers went out to their fields, girls tended flocks of geese and chickens. One girl led a bell cow with several others following to field after being milked. Rane took the moment in watching the herd to relax against a rock ridge and look over the valley and the small little town. Not that long ago it was a coal town, but once the coal was gone the town was left to a few farmers who wanted to stay after the wars ended and peace was returned.
Of course they say that they were foolish, but it had been ten years since the wars ended and nothing happened yet.
A group of rather rough looking men began stirring as the sun rose over the horizon. A few of the smaller ones put out the fires and cleaned up camp. The rest strapped on armor and loaded rather rustic looking rifles. As soon as they all had finished, the band marched off northward. In complete silence, the band of two dozen marched into a small village. They all had done this many a times before and needed no reminder. Nor did they want to risk the villagers discovering them before the time was ripe. Coming to the center of the village, a small well, the men stopped. The villagers waiting to get water stood frozen, not knowing what was about to happen. The more sensible villagers took cover. One large man stood at the front of the group. He lowered his rifle and the others did the same in perfect unison. Panic came too late to save any who stood around too long. The gun shots drowned out all screams. Ten or so villagers fell to the ground. The leader threw down his gun and pulled a large sword out from behind his back. With a blood-curdling scream, he charged at the rest of the villagers.
Rane looked up as the cows startled, she heard gun fire, then the blood curdling screams of people running en-mass. Eyes widening in horror she stood on her rocky spot looking back towards the village. When her mind finally wrapped around the thought that the town was being attacked, she turned and stampeding the cows ran towards the only safe place she knew. The woods and the old mine shafts in them.
A lone soldier stood on the outskirts of town, watching his brethren loot and pillage. He held the carcass of a large ram. It had been skinned to the bare bone, all except its head. He strung it up on a nearby tree, a warning to others. Blood stained his gloves and vest as he packed away the freshly cut meat into a sack. The symbol on his vest signified he had once been a lieutenant, but this no longer mattered. After being discharged, he turned into a barbarian savage much like the rest of his brethren. After gathering his possessions, he noticed a small herd of cows running for the woods. 'No sense letting a meal escape' he thought. He bolted after the cows loading his rifle as he ran.
Rane reached the edge of the wood, she noticed a few others running as well, those that had been into eh field, either ran back to the village, or away from it if they were smart. Her mother told her if anything happen, she should run. She felt no guilt right now as she ran for the wood reaching the tree line behind the cows. A bullet flew past her ear and a cow fell, she ducked down into the shrubbery rolling out the other side and running again. Mind going into a panic. They were coming after the runners!
The soldier quickly loaded another bullet into his rifle. One of the cows had already dropped and he was already focused on another straggler in the herd. With uncanny speed, he ran up beside the cow and fired. The cow tumbled over limp. The brigand skidded to a halt, looking back for the person that had dived in the bushes. Suddenly there was more than food on his mind.
The sounds of the runner in the shrubs drew attention to Rane though she tried to be quiet. She stumbled tripped and cursed. She was so close to the shafts. Once she was in there would be no way that anyone would find her down there!
The man jammed another bullet into his rifle and fired into a bush. A large farmer fell out of the brush, not the target he had spotted at first. There were other villagers about. He stood still for a few moments. His ears pricked and he darted towards Rane.
She heard the shot behind her, heaving labored breaths she found a pile of fallen trees and scrambled in among them hoping to distract and confuse her chaser.
The panicked footsteps stopped near a pile of wood. Approaching the last source of the noise, the man pulled a hand sized object from his pack. Lighting a small fuse, he tossed the object at the wood pile.
"SHIT!" and Rane came out the other side as the explosion knocked her several more yards to slam into the ground. "ow...."
She looked up and saw the mine shaft, a few more feet, that's all she had to do. She started getting up and running, her ankle hurting from a bad sprain and she cried out involuntarily.
"So there you are," said the man in a grim, monotone voice. The man was upon her before she even had a chance to realize what had happened. He pulled her up off the ground with a single arm. His eyes cold and fierce, he stared into the poor girl's face. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for young farm girls, otherwise you'd be dead by now," he said making a small grin.
Eyes widening with horror she kicked out and sunk her teeth into his arm, trying to force him to let go. She had to get to the shaft!
The ex-soldier let the girl go. He was nearly immune to pain, but he felt like being sporting. Besides the fun was in the hunt not the kill. He re-loaded the rifle and aiming high, he shot off a branch over Rane's head.
It crashed down narrowly missing her and she ran towards the mine, her steps limped but she ran desperate to escape this horror. She reached the entrance and disappeared inside, pulling herself into a small opening on the side that led into a tunnel, not one of the man made tunnels but a more natural one. It had been widen by miners over time. She use to play here as a child and light still filtered in through a hole in the tunnel somewhere. It would till noon, at least this close to the openings.
"Interesting. The cave will make a perfect spot for our little chase." The soldier took a pinch of white powder out of a pouch from his belt. His muscles stiffened and he let out a scream as he sprinkled the powder into his eyes. Once he could open his eyes again, they began emitting a blood red glow. Suddenly the darkness in the cave vanished. "Time for a little game of cat and mouse."
She crawled into a smaller space coming out into another tunnel the light was very dim here and close to a drop off into a dark abyss. She would have to walk carefully and watch her footing, or tumble over.
That wouldn't be a bad thing though if worse comes to worse. She thought to herself
Standing at the entrance of the cave, the man mutter a short incantation under his breath. A small ball of flame came to life a few inches above his hand. Holding it for a moment, as if admiring it, he yelled out, "I hope you enjoy this as much as me girl." With a swift motion of his hand, he sent the fire hurdling into the cave.
She lets out a yelp as the fireball explodes somewhere in the caves, she huddles close to the wall of the cave and held still a moment while her heartbeat slows
Creeping slowly into the cave, the man noticed a small figure huddled in a corner. "Too bad I was hoping for a little more fun than that." He walked over to the girl, no longer trying to be quiet.
She saw him coming and with eyes wide she stumbles back and nearly slips off the edge. Then turns and slides sideways as fast as she can move on a narrow ledge, hoping what her tiny form could manage would be too hard for him
Stopping at the edge, he turned face the fleeing girl. "Come now, you think a little ledge is going to stop me?" Stepping off the ledge, he falls for a few inches before rising again. "Nifty little pair of boots, wouldn't you say?" Walking across the air, he lifted the girl off the ground and held her dangling over the pit.
She stares at him with fear in her eyes and struggles, not caring if he dropped her. She was dead no matter which way she went now.
Looking the girl over, a smile comes the man's face. Running his free hand down her face and neck he said, "Maybe we can have some more fun. You may call me Creed if you like."
She bit his hand and sent her foot into his groin. Struggling desperately to be free.
Creed dropped the girl, who went tumbling down into the darkness. Keeling over, Creed hung upside down for a few seconds before slipping out of the boots. He fell straight down over the edge, and hit the ground right next to the girl.
She crashes striking a couple ledges before hitting the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs. The cold surface was slick under her cheek and she laid still trying to clear her eyes of the false sparkles, the darkness closing in on her completely. Not fading consciousness, she would be so lucky, she hurt too much to be out cold. She finally started to move with a groan and felt something warm next to her. She stumbled back and nearly fell off the current ledge they landed on. She crawled to her knees and felt around, finding the ledge went on in a direction, so she started that way, if she got some distance maybe she could clime back up. She winced as a broken rib pulled slightly. This was not going to be fun. She found the cliff face and felt its unreal smooth vertical ledge. Not a single hand hold anywhere she could reach. With a small fit of temper she kicked it and sat against it. Arms crossed against the cold and waiting for death to wake up.
Creed remained motionless on the floor, apparently unconscious. Their fall attracted some unwanted attention, however, as low grunts could be heard approaching from all sides.
Rane pushed herself against the wall, she felt fearful, unable to see. She felt something touch her. Run lightly down her arm.
She let out a squeak hearing something shift and make a odd scraping noise, then suddenly she felt a hand pressed over her mouth, she tried to scream and push against a body then a second joined the first, and she was knocked unconscious.
Creed opened his eyes wearily, still too groggy to move. Two large figures dragged him through some subterranean city. The buildings were crudely made of dry mud and the guards carried primitive stone weapons. Reaching a prison building, the guards threw him into a shoddy cell where he promptly passed out again.
When Rane came too she couldn't see she heard voices talking crude langrage she didn't understand. It was so very dark. Something touched her and she bit a hand, receiving a slap for her efforts. Then suddenly she was flung and landed on another body. She wished she could see. Could know what was happening so she could feel something besides unreasoning fear.
Creed woke with a start, hearing a nearby cell slam shut. His cell was empty, no beds, seats or toilets. The beasts didn’t bother covering the floor with anything, but the walls were made of thick stone slabs. The cell door was made of a sturdy metal. His captors had been thorough in disarming him. They only left him his pants. One of the guards fiddled with his rifle, trying to figure out what the hell it was. Luckily, his night vision remained. IT would prove useful in such a place.
She felt whatever was under her and shuddered, slimy, long dead. She backed up till her back struck stone. She heard laughter outside wherever she was thrown crude langrage that reminded her of cat calls and commons of teenage boys. She turned her head away and tried to focus on the room, trying to hear everything, locate where she was and what was going on. Trying to slow her breathing "Almost wish that bastard was here" she muttered under her breath, "Then of course if he hadn't chased me we wouldn't be here!"
"I'm right over here, darling" said a voice from the next cell. "These creatures have most of my gear, so I think we're stuck here. That guard has my gun, but there's too many of them for me to kill even if I could break out."
She heard him and sagged "shit" she muttered. She flinched as she heard something open her cell. She tried to back up but something was on her, searching her looking for something "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!!" she screamed hearing something like amusement from outside the cell.
"No one messes with my prey." The rifle fired and a guard dropped to the floor, minus a head. A few moments later, Creed's cell door burst open. Another gunshot and the other guard dropped. Creed stood in front of Rane's cell, gun pointed at her head. "Do you know these caves? The correct answer could save your life."
"If I could see, I've played in caves all my life" she told him. Not able to see him, or his gun, only glad that whatever been touching her was dead
Her nose flared and she heard a sound, "Behind you" she told him suddenly.
"Good. If we get out alive, I'll let you live." Creed threw down the rifle. After a brief incantation, a small point of light started swirling around Rane. It lit up about a 20' radius around the girl. "By the way, I just ran out of bullets. Now let's get moving."
She threw a rock that came to hand with deadly aim and it hit a goblin like creature behind his shoulder "I said behind you!" she told him and stood straitening her dress tightening a knot in the shoulder of one side to keep it up and then went out, she crouched near the opening of her cell deciding not to look back into the cell, not wanting to know what's there. She glanced to the side and grabbed Creed's hand "If you have everything you need, we can get out that way"
Creed found a crude knife on the creature’s body. Slitting the thing’s throat a satisfied grin came over his face. "Thanks ...um girl. I hear guards coming from upstairs, let's go this way." He pulled the girl along until they came to a dead end. Creed tapped the stone wall and put his ear up against it listening for something.
Rane had grabbed up a couple items that had been sitting on the ground next to his cell, she didn't know what all they were but one was a small bag the other was just something she hoped was helpful, she tucked them into her apron pockets and followed she watched behind him as he listened for something. Her nose flared "I think your light on me is attracting attention." There has got to be a better way of doing this, she thought to herself.
Ten or so guards filled the corridor from the only stairwell. Creed paid them no heed as he continued inspecting the wall.
She picked up several rocks and rapid fire launched them at the surprised creatures. Who weren't expecting a fight from the female. "Common big guy, we really need to get going!!!"
Tracing a door on the wall with his finger, a faint green line appeared in the shape of a door. Grapping the girl, he sprinted for the wall and leapt into it.
She yelped startled as she suddenly fell through stone, only it didn't feel like stone. The goblins stared then started streaming towards the wall determined not to let them go.
The two slipped through the wall, landing on the other side. A few dull thuds followed after them. " I just had to make sure there was open space on this side. Stick close to me and I'll find a safe spot to rest. Let's get moving girl, I don't have much time before they figure out what happened."
She suddenly pulled on him "That way! The other direction will only take us around to the goblins or whatever the hell they are." she could smell the air, and the same fowl stench came from the other direction
Creed grabbed the girl around the waist and took off running. His stride was at least twice as fast as a normal human making it easy to avoid the search parties. Coming to the edge of the city, he dashed up a ramp and left his assailants in the dust. Running for a couple minutes, Creed stopped at a fork in the tunnel. Letting Rane down, he took a moment to catch his breath.
"We've lost them for now, girl, but they were tracking us by smell. We only escaped because they were too slow. We've got to find a way to mask our scents or they'll still find us."
She looked to the side and saw a cave mushroom, something she hadn't seen in ages since the minors stopped going into the caves. "Here!" she grabbed several and crushing them a pungent and strong smell coming up to his nose, it covered everything "Rub some of this on" she was already smearing some on his shoulders, it was cold and kind of gross feeling "We use to make a perfume out of this stuff back when our village mined these caves, it smells bad now only because it's strong, but this will keep even a dog from following you in raw form!" and she put some on herself adding more to the bottom of her shoes, Once it dried, which was quick the fungus didn't make the soles of her feet slippery. In fact it made them kind of tacky and gave better traction.
How that came to be is that I had, upon moving to a new server that allowed more adult oriented martial, opened up my page to allow for more adult aimed stories and art work.
BUT I was bombarded with badly writen porn and discustingly portraid gay blowjobs.
Talking to a friend of mine I decided that I should write a more adult story that will be the standard I can point to and say "See now when I say adult I don't mean skank"
This story is open for PMs but not for any other players but those invited. The story has an arch and something of a point, so pardon if anyone takes unkindly to it being a closed thred. Current players only include Myself and airbourne92
As a side note, apoligies that the first post is so long, I originally had started this on my own, then with the help of a friend who had to drop out, now here. So this is the entire story to this point.
Also since I do better with descriptions of looks in story form and in drawing, I included a drawing I did of the two lead charactors with this story. Enjoy.
The only active charactors so far are Rane and Creed.
Rane is a girl from a small boarder town. THe kindomes had resently gotten over wars and alot of trouble and now everyone wants to cling to a weird sort of peace but the boarders are under constant attack from bandits and murader groups. Rane's village is the victum of one such attack at the begining of this story.
Creed is a geneticaly and magicicly enhance super solder, a race born for war. When the wars ended his people were left at loose ends. Not enough mercinary jobs avalable to keep them in the fields they were trained for, feared because of thier differences. Many formed into bandit and murading groups that raided looted and raped the boarder town to a living. A rather harsh and often fatal living, but for many the only thing they could do since they were born to this and had no other skills past the arts of war.
Thus the story begins one beautful spring day...........
Creed's Rane
part one
Morning dawned on the small border town.
Farmers went out to their fields, girls tended flocks of geese and chickens. One girl led a bell cow with several others following to field after being milked. Rane took the moment in watching the herd to relax against a rock ridge and look over the valley and the small little town. Not that long ago it was a coal town, but once the coal was gone the town was left to a few farmers who wanted to stay after the wars ended and peace was returned.
Of course they say that they were foolish, but it had been ten years since the wars ended and nothing happened yet.
A group of rather rough looking men began stirring as the sun rose over the horizon. A few of the smaller ones put out the fires and cleaned up camp. The rest strapped on armor and loaded rather rustic looking rifles. As soon as they all had finished, the band marched off northward. In complete silence, the band of two dozen marched into a small village. They all had done this many a times before and needed no reminder. Nor did they want to risk the villagers discovering them before the time was ripe. Coming to the center of the village, a small well, the men stopped. The villagers waiting to get water stood frozen, not knowing what was about to happen. The more sensible villagers took cover. One large man stood at the front of the group. He lowered his rifle and the others did the same in perfect unison. Panic came too late to save any who stood around too long. The gun shots drowned out all screams. Ten or so villagers fell to the ground. The leader threw down his gun and pulled a large sword out from behind his back. With a blood-curdling scream, he charged at the rest of the villagers.
Rane looked up as the cows startled, she heard gun fire, then the blood curdling screams of people running en-mass. Eyes widening in horror she stood on her rocky spot looking back towards the village. When her mind finally wrapped around the thought that the town was being attacked, she turned and stampeding the cows ran towards the only safe place she knew. The woods and the old mine shafts in them.
A lone soldier stood on the outskirts of town, watching his brethren loot and pillage. He held the carcass of a large ram. It had been skinned to the bare bone, all except its head. He strung it up on a nearby tree, a warning to others. Blood stained his gloves and vest as he packed away the freshly cut meat into a sack. The symbol on his vest signified he had once been a lieutenant, but this no longer mattered. After being discharged, he turned into a barbarian savage much like the rest of his brethren. After gathering his possessions, he noticed a small herd of cows running for the woods. 'No sense letting a meal escape' he thought. He bolted after the cows loading his rifle as he ran.
Rane reached the edge of the wood, she noticed a few others running as well, those that had been into eh field, either ran back to the village, or away from it if they were smart. Her mother told her if anything happen, she should run. She felt no guilt right now as she ran for the wood reaching the tree line behind the cows. A bullet flew past her ear and a cow fell, she ducked down into the shrubbery rolling out the other side and running again. Mind going into a panic. They were coming after the runners!
The soldier quickly loaded another bullet into his rifle. One of the cows had already dropped and he was already focused on another straggler in the herd. With uncanny speed, he ran up beside the cow and fired. The cow tumbled over limp. The brigand skidded to a halt, looking back for the person that had dived in the bushes. Suddenly there was more than food on his mind.
The sounds of the runner in the shrubs drew attention to Rane though she tried to be quiet. She stumbled tripped and cursed. She was so close to the shafts. Once she was in there would be no way that anyone would find her down there!
The man jammed another bullet into his rifle and fired into a bush. A large farmer fell out of the brush, not the target he had spotted at first. There were other villagers about. He stood still for a few moments. His ears pricked and he darted towards Rane.
She heard the shot behind her, heaving labored breaths she found a pile of fallen trees and scrambled in among them hoping to distract and confuse her chaser.
The panicked footsteps stopped near a pile of wood. Approaching the last source of the noise, the man pulled a hand sized object from his pack. Lighting a small fuse, he tossed the object at the wood pile.
"SHIT!" and Rane came out the other side as the explosion knocked her several more yards to slam into the ground. "ow...."
She looked up and saw the mine shaft, a few more feet, that's all she had to do. She started getting up and running, her ankle hurting from a bad sprain and she cried out involuntarily.
"So there you are," said the man in a grim, monotone voice. The man was upon her before she even had a chance to realize what had happened. He pulled her up off the ground with a single arm. His eyes cold and fierce, he stared into the poor girl's face. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for young farm girls, otherwise you'd be dead by now," he said making a small grin.
Eyes widening with horror she kicked out and sunk her teeth into his arm, trying to force him to let go. She had to get to the shaft!
The ex-soldier let the girl go. He was nearly immune to pain, but he felt like being sporting. Besides the fun was in the hunt not the kill. He re-loaded the rifle and aiming high, he shot off a branch over Rane's head.
It crashed down narrowly missing her and she ran towards the mine, her steps limped but she ran desperate to escape this horror. She reached the entrance and disappeared inside, pulling herself into a small opening on the side that led into a tunnel, not one of the man made tunnels but a more natural one. It had been widen by miners over time. She use to play here as a child and light still filtered in through a hole in the tunnel somewhere. It would till noon, at least this close to the openings.
"Interesting. The cave will make a perfect spot for our little chase." The soldier took a pinch of white powder out of a pouch from his belt. His muscles stiffened and he let out a scream as he sprinkled the powder into his eyes. Once he could open his eyes again, they began emitting a blood red glow. Suddenly the darkness in the cave vanished. "Time for a little game of cat and mouse."
She crawled into a smaller space coming out into another tunnel the light was very dim here and close to a drop off into a dark abyss. She would have to walk carefully and watch her footing, or tumble over.
That wouldn't be a bad thing though if worse comes to worse. She thought to herself
Standing at the entrance of the cave, the man mutter a short incantation under his breath. A small ball of flame came to life a few inches above his hand. Holding it for a moment, as if admiring it, he yelled out, "I hope you enjoy this as much as me girl." With a swift motion of his hand, he sent the fire hurdling into the cave.
She lets out a yelp as the fireball explodes somewhere in the caves, she huddles close to the wall of the cave and held still a moment while her heartbeat slows
Creeping slowly into the cave, the man noticed a small figure huddled in a corner. "Too bad I was hoping for a little more fun than that." He walked over to the girl, no longer trying to be quiet.
She saw him coming and with eyes wide she stumbles back and nearly slips off the edge. Then turns and slides sideways as fast as she can move on a narrow ledge, hoping what her tiny form could manage would be too hard for him
Stopping at the edge, he turned face the fleeing girl. "Come now, you think a little ledge is going to stop me?" Stepping off the ledge, he falls for a few inches before rising again. "Nifty little pair of boots, wouldn't you say?" Walking across the air, he lifted the girl off the ground and held her dangling over the pit.
She stares at him with fear in her eyes and struggles, not caring if he dropped her. She was dead no matter which way she went now.
Looking the girl over, a smile comes the man's face. Running his free hand down her face and neck he said, "Maybe we can have some more fun. You may call me Creed if you like."
She bit his hand and sent her foot into his groin. Struggling desperately to be free.
Creed dropped the girl, who went tumbling down into the darkness. Keeling over, Creed hung upside down for a few seconds before slipping out of the boots. He fell straight down over the edge, and hit the ground right next to the girl.
She crashes striking a couple ledges before hitting the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs. The cold surface was slick under her cheek and she laid still trying to clear her eyes of the false sparkles, the darkness closing in on her completely. Not fading consciousness, she would be so lucky, she hurt too much to be out cold. She finally started to move with a groan and felt something warm next to her. She stumbled back and nearly fell off the current ledge they landed on. She crawled to her knees and felt around, finding the ledge went on in a direction, so she started that way, if she got some distance maybe she could clime back up. She winced as a broken rib pulled slightly. This was not going to be fun. She found the cliff face and felt its unreal smooth vertical ledge. Not a single hand hold anywhere she could reach. With a small fit of temper she kicked it and sat against it. Arms crossed against the cold and waiting for death to wake up.
Creed remained motionless on the floor, apparently unconscious. Their fall attracted some unwanted attention, however, as low grunts could be heard approaching from all sides.
Rane pushed herself against the wall, she felt fearful, unable to see. She felt something touch her. Run lightly down her arm.
She let out a squeak hearing something shift and make a odd scraping noise, then suddenly she felt a hand pressed over her mouth, she tried to scream and push against a body then a second joined the first, and she was knocked unconscious.
Creed opened his eyes wearily, still too groggy to move. Two large figures dragged him through some subterranean city. The buildings were crudely made of dry mud and the guards carried primitive stone weapons. Reaching a prison building, the guards threw him into a shoddy cell where he promptly passed out again.
When Rane came too she couldn't see she heard voices talking crude langrage she didn't understand. It was so very dark. Something touched her and she bit a hand, receiving a slap for her efforts. Then suddenly she was flung and landed on another body. She wished she could see. Could know what was happening so she could feel something besides unreasoning fear.
Creed woke with a start, hearing a nearby cell slam shut. His cell was empty, no beds, seats or toilets. The beasts didn’t bother covering the floor with anything, but the walls were made of thick stone slabs. The cell door was made of a sturdy metal. His captors had been thorough in disarming him. They only left him his pants. One of the guards fiddled with his rifle, trying to figure out what the hell it was. Luckily, his night vision remained. IT would prove useful in such a place.
She felt whatever was under her and shuddered, slimy, long dead. She backed up till her back struck stone. She heard laughter outside wherever she was thrown crude langrage that reminded her of cat calls and commons of teenage boys. She turned her head away and tried to focus on the room, trying to hear everything, locate where she was and what was going on. Trying to slow her breathing "Almost wish that bastard was here" she muttered under her breath, "Then of course if he hadn't chased me we wouldn't be here!"
"I'm right over here, darling" said a voice from the next cell. "These creatures have most of my gear, so I think we're stuck here. That guard has my gun, but there's too many of them for me to kill even if I could break out."
She heard him and sagged "shit" she muttered. She flinched as she heard something open her cell. She tried to back up but something was on her, searching her looking for something "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!!" she screamed hearing something like amusement from outside the cell.
"No one messes with my prey." The rifle fired and a guard dropped to the floor, minus a head. A few moments later, Creed's cell door burst open. Another gunshot and the other guard dropped. Creed stood in front of Rane's cell, gun pointed at her head. "Do you know these caves? The correct answer could save your life."
"If I could see, I've played in caves all my life" she told him. Not able to see him, or his gun, only glad that whatever been touching her was dead
Her nose flared and she heard a sound, "Behind you" she told him suddenly.
"Good. If we get out alive, I'll let you live." Creed threw down the rifle. After a brief incantation, a small point of light started swirling around Rane. It lit up about a 20' radius around the girl. "By the way, I just ran out of bullets. Now let's get moving."
She threw a rock that came to hand with deadly aim and it hit a goblin like creature behind his shoulder "I said behind you!" she told him and stood straitening her dress tightening a knot in the shoulder of one side to keep it up and then went out, she crouched near the opening of her cell deciding not to look back into the cell, not wanting to know what's there. She glanced to the side and grabbed Creed's hand "If you have everything you need, we can get out that way"
Creed found a crude knife on the creature’s body. Slitting the thing’s throat a satisfied grin came over his face. "Thanks ...um girl. I hear guards coming from upstairs, let's go this way." He pulled the girl along until they came to a dead end. Creed tapped the stone wall and put his ear up against it listening for something.
Rane had grabbed up a couple items that had been sitting on the ground next to his cell, she didn't know what all they were but one was a small bag the other was just something she hoped was helpful, she tucked them into her apron pockets and followed she watched behind him as he listened for something. Her nose flared "I think your light on me is attracting attention." There has got to be a better way of doing this, she thought to herself.
Ten or so guards filled the corridor from the only stairwell. Creed paid them no heed as he continued inspecting the wall.
She picked up several rocks and rapid fire launched them at the surprised creatures. Who weren't expecting a fight from the female. "Common big guy, we really need to get going!!!"
Tracing a door on the wall with his finger, a faint green line appeared in the shape of a door. Grapping the girl, he sprinted for the wall and leapt into it.
She yelped startled as she suddenly fell through stone, only it didn't feel like stone. The goblins stared then started streaming towards the wall determined not to let them go.
The two slipped through the wall, landing on the other side. A few dull thuds followed after them. " I just had to make sure there was open space on this side. Stick close to me and I'll find a safe spot to rest. Let's get moving girl, I don't have much time before they figure out what happened."
She suddenly pulled on him "That way! The other direction will only take us around to the goblins or whatever the hell they are." she could smell the air, and the same fowl stench came from the other direction
Creed grabbed the girl around the waist and took off running. His stride was at least twice as fast as a normal human making it easy to avoid the search parties. Coming to the edge of the city, he dashed up a ramp and left his assailants in the dust. Running for a couple minutes, Creed stopped at a fork in the tunnel. Letting Rane down, he took a moment to catch his breath.
"We've lost them for now, girl, but they were tracking us by smell. We only escaped because they were too slow. We've got to find a way to mask our scents or they'll still find us."
She looked to the side and saw a cave mushroom, something she hadn't seen in ages since the minors stopped going into the caves. "Here!" she grabbed several and crushing them a pungent and strong smell coming up to his nose, it covered everything "Rub some of this on" she was already smearing some on his shoulders, it was cold and kind of gross feeling "We use to make a perfume out of this stuff back when our village mined these caves, it smells bad now only because it's strong, but this will keep even a dog from following you in raw form!" and she put some on herself adding more to the bottom of her shoes, Once it dried, which was quick the fungus didn't make the soles of her feet slippery. In fact it made them kind of tacky and gave better traction.
