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“They are probably trapped here like us.” Alastair unconsciously stepped back until he was up against the wall, leaning his shoulder against it, as if seeking some meagre protection from it. “But that doesn’t meant they will be friendly. We should be careful.”

A loud roar rend the air, an animalistic noise that continued for several seconds as it echoed through the seemingly endless passageways they found themselves in. Alastair ducked his head further inside his hood as this was followed by a low booming sound that he could feel through the ground much more strongly than the footsteps before. Another, smaller crash came immediately after this which was in turn followed by a cacophony that sounded suspiciously like raining debris.

Silence reigned for a few seconds before suddenly, disconcertingly, Alastair began to laugh; it was not a pleasant sound. It was a weak, wheezing laugh that could be mistaken for a coughing fit; a laugh that sounded more like madness than mirth. “Maybe this labyrinth has a Minotaur. We should – we should probably find a new path.”

@Illiren
@Squirrel98

Ok, I've added a history section, changed his name a bit and added him to the tab.

I'll look for another image tomorrow, that one is just way too small. I'll cut it straight out of the source and crop it down myself if I need to.

Alastair made a non-committal noise of agreement rather than respond to Ash; truthfully, he did not know if it was possible for him to die anymore, it was likely he would end up walking these halls for eternity if they could not find an exit. There was no need to let Ash know that however, it would likely only upset her.

People always reacted negatively when they found out about his… peculiarities.

“Then we shall keep walking. If we continue moving forward, we will find the edge of this place eventually, yes? The exit must be at the edge, somewhere, if one exists.”

Shuffling forward for a while longer, Alastair slowly came to a stop when he began to notice something out of place. There was… something that had alerted him. He didn’t know what but his instincts told him something or someone was near. He turned to look in every direction that he could, he closed his eyes and listened carefully, but he couldn’t see or hear anything. Even He couldn’t sense anything.

Alastair was about to dismiss it as paranoia when finally it clicked. “Can you feel… shaking? The ground is vibrating, rhythmically. Like footsteps.”

@Illiren
@Balthazar007 Things seemed to have slowed down a little bit. How many characters were you hoping to get before starting?

Here's my first side character. I'll probably add another two or three when I get the time.


“Big. Yes. I have been walking for a long time. You are the first person I have seen.” As Alastair drew closer to the woman it became clear that she was much taller than he had expected seeing her from afar; although used to being shorter than most of the men he met, even without his slouch, it was rare to meet a woman who towered over him to this extent. If this fact bothered him in slightest it did not show.

The stranger, Ash, fell into step beside Alastair and indicated that they should continue in the same direction that he had been walking; a path that would bring them closer to the accursed light. Reluctantly Alastair took a step forward, then another and another until he was walking with the same stilted gait as before. “Alastair. You may call me Alastair. You do not know how you came to be here Ash?”

@Illiren
@Gentlemanvaultboy like a regular human male, albeit one that doesn't take care of his hygiene particularly well. Absolutely nothing strange going on with that guy, no way.
“We are not alone.”

There was a person ahead. A head with long blonde hair poked itself out of an alcove in the wall. There was also light ahead, the mere suggestion of it on the walls enough to cause Alastair to duck his head further inside his hood. “Prisoner or jailer? Yes. I agree. Another person trapped in this labyrinth.”

Continuing his shuffling walk forward, Alastair drifted over until he was brushing against the concrete walls beside him with each step. It felt darker somehow, more sheltered from the searing light that was up ahead. “Should we? No? But you are weakened and it might help. No. You are right, as always. There is no need for haste. And we should learn what we can.”

Abruptly, Alastair slowed to a stop. If it was even possible he seemed to curl even further in on himself where he stood, head dropping nearly to his chest as his knees started to bend. “You, you want to do to that? But you know I am no good at it. Yes, yes. Of course. It needs to be done.”

For a few moments Alastair stood still, slouched against the concrete wall as he took deep breaths, as if preparing himself for something. After a moment he straightened, standing completely upright and at his full height, his hunched posture completely erased. He walked forward with his head held high, the slow, ambling steps replaced by a more normal walking gait. His movements were stiff, as if he needed to consider each step carefully, but it was still far more normal looking than his previous zombie-like cadence.

As he grew closer to the blonde-haired figure he called out to her, his voice loud and clear, if a little raspy. “H-hello? Are you – are you lost here as well?”

@Illiren
“Oh, shit… Ok, no problem.” Oberon stepped forward and knelt next to the prone creature. Now that he was closer it was easily apparent that this Dire Rat was not doing too well; the voice that had responded to him had sounded worryingly weak and he didn’t like the way it was curling in on itself. Unfortunately, his options right now for healing were somewhat limited; Minor Heal would help restore the rat’s health to full, but unless something was done about the poison, depending on what kind of poison it was, that might just be a delaying action more than a cure.

“I can restore your hit points, but I’m afraid I can’t do anything for the poison. Not yet anyway.”

Reaching out and placing a hand against the Dire Rat’s flank Oberon cast Minor Heal. As he did so he used his Magic Analysis to try and observe the Mana being used, trying to see if there was anything different about this Mana compared to the non-elemental Mana he had been trying to shape earlier. He already knew his Minor Heal used Nature Mana; the question was whether or not he could work out how it did that and whether or not he could use that Mana for his other spells.

“Can you do me a favour and say ‘Open Status Menu’ and tell me what it says?”

Oberon cast Minor Heal again for good measure, once more observing the way the Mana was produced and what it looked and, potentially more importantly, felt like as the spell was formed. When he felt like he had a good grasp of what he needed to do Oberon cast a Shield I spell on the rat, but instead of casting in the normal manner and letting instinct fill in the gaps he tried to do it manually and he tried to cast the spell using Nature Mana.

“Finger’s crossed this makes a healing aura or something. A ‘heal over time’ spell would be great for things like this.”

@SilverPaw@Zeroth


In a separate part of the underground structure, the only sounds that could be heard were the low scraping of Alastair’s shuffling footsteps and the frantic mutterings that poured forth from his mouth. Walking with his head held low his gait seemed unsteady as he wobbled from one step to the next, almost falling forward before catching himself a few times, as if he was drunk or disoriented.

“Your voice is so quiet, I can barely hear it. Barely hear it.”

Coming to a stop in the middle of another intersection Alastair paused for a moment, swaying on his feet as he turned this way and that before deciding at random on a direction. “You do not know where we are? Strange. You know so much. I know so much, through you. Too much. But you don’t know where we are.”

Alastair let out a grunt of pain as he suddenly bent over double, clutching at his left arm with his other hand as something underneath his jacket began to bulge and writhe around, the fabric stretching and twisting to accommodate it. After a few seconds the spasms subsided, Alastair straightening and resuming his shuffling walk as if nothing untoward had occurred.

“Yes, yes. Sorry. I know it is not your fault. Something is suppressing you. Something in this place you do not know. Strange. Your voice is so quiet.”
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