Tortoise
Snowdrops
Days
Otakuforreal
shaitarn
Velos
TokyoPewPew
World Traveler
Timemaster
Sylvan
“Quiet-quiet. We now enter their territory.” Patch held a single finger up to his lips, before thrusting his torch forward cautiously. They had exited the lower tunnels of the Cutlak’s digging, and were now inside the cellars. These were a dark and terrifying realm, but such was his job. In one hand, the experienced hunter held onto his weapon- the shiny head of it made from a relic that had been sharpened down to a lethal edge, and then bound to a long spike. It could be jabbed into a many-eyes if it tried lunging at you, and it could be swung in order to kill a rat or get through a web. Behind him were nine other rats, all with their own torches and weapons.
They fanned out into a rough semi-circle and moved forwards. Their job was to ensure that around the tunnels there were no many-eyes, and if there were, to make sure they weren’t going to be there for long. Their little torches seemed tiny in the vastness of what the creators had made, but Patches could feel something was wrong. His fur stood up and he paused. “Something not right-right…”
“Boss-boss… Web.” Patches turned, his fur rising up even more. “Light it.” The rat nodded and lowered his torch, the flames licking around it. The silk itself began to curl up, before the dust and grime that had accumulated on the silk caught light, the web going up with a faint ‘woof’ noise. Looking up, Patches gasped. In the new light, the web was… Larger than he had ever seen before. And now, rising from inside, was a spider larger than he had ever seen before.
“RUN-RUN! WE BLOW THE TUNNELS! RUN!” It was… Huge. Black and brown legs waved out at them, followed by a pair of fangs. Not having to be told twice, the group turned tail and fled. Many eyes they could deal with, but giant many eyes? Paws thudded on the ground as they sprinted towards the tunnel. “BOSS-BOSS! IT’S G-uuurrk…” There was a horrific gurgling sound as one of the rats screamed for the last time, the rest of the group running faster and faster. They reached the tunnels and filtered in, panting heavily.
It only got worse from there. Around one of the dropped torches, glinting eyes could be seen. The tunnels would not be big enough for that giant one, but the smaller ones… “You!” Patches pointed his finger to one of the smaller rats. “Run to the boom-rats. The tunnel-tunnels must be destroyed!” As soon as this was said, he turned back to the group, the other rat already sprinting off.
Around him now was seven other rats. The tunnel was big enough for perhaps three rats, and maybe two many-eyes. “You, you, you. In front.” He shuffled around a bit, the rats he had chosen grinding teeth on teeth. They all had shields, which would help, but in their other hands they had only torches. It was a good job none of them had dropped any. “You, you, with me.” He pointed to two other rats, those with slightly longer weapons. “With me.”
Finally, there was one more rat. “You… Squeeze in.” He pointed to one of the sides and shuffled along a bit, the tother two doing similar. Luckily, the dropped torch seemed to have stopped them from attacking immediately, but it was sputtering out. When it died, there was the sound of skittering, and the rats braced themselves, all manner of flames and pointy bits sticking out.
“Hunter-hunters never run! Defend! Defend!
Rolling along, dragged by two hamsters, the carriage bumped along the road. The Honorratble Jazin Hackslash was walking along, bored out of his mind. Strapped to his back was a weapon that would be capable of slicing the annoying rat next to him clean in half, vertically, but he knew that doing so would lead to the same blade being used to cut his own head off. He hated escort jobs.
“Remind-remind me. What did we-we get for this?” He banged the side of the carriage with his metal-covered fist, and raised his eyebrow at the administrator next to him.
“Well-well! It was… Ah… How you say-say it? Boom powder?” The other rat thought for a little bit, before nodding. “Yes-yes. Boom powder.”
Well, at least the journey wasn’t a complete waste of time.
"Next order of business-business!" There was a clattering as a paw was slammed down onto the table, and the Arch-Magos' looked up. The one who had banged his fist cleared his throat briefly, before standing up and brushing off the gown of leadership that he wore."Have-have you all heard of the death-death of Hesh?"
Their was a brief moment as the magos' murmurer and nodded. "And have you heard of the giant many-many eyes?"
Again, another series of murmurs and nods.
"The one who killed Hesh-Hesh hates eyes."
More murmurs and nods.
"Gentlerats. There is an obvious solution."
"These two enemies can work against each other."