08-21-2014, 12:29 AM
Elias gave the rest of them no choice but to follow or be left behind.
Tony nodded and his four students fell in line to follow. Yuri looked like he would rather eat a fist-full of rusted nails but straightened his shoulders and pounded on with heavy steps. Looming large like that, full of power emanating from his body he had the air of a bear woken from hibernation. A polar bear - the largest of all their kind - with the white snow lacing his jacket.
"Shit,"
was all Hans said with a scowl directed at the old man's back. Veso and Dan held themselves with more poise but all of them remained tense.
The old man's words were as ominous as the creature had been. A ghost? And what sacrifice would be required?
Of course, Tony would be damned before he invoked some superstitious ritual but he did not have the same single-minded opinion of the arcane as he had before the strange power had manifested in him.
The other four knew it too. It may be a fine line they would have to navigate. No longer did they have the luxury of dismissing something that was most likely superstition but trusting too far was equally as dangerous.
It seemed the old man didn't notice the tense atmosphere that followed their trudging through the snow. Tony spared a fleeting thought for their SUV that was abandoned in the middle of nowhere and the distinct possibility that they would have a hard time making it back if they their journey took much longer.
Dan grunted suddenly and gathered more of the power. "I smell death and decay."
The others hung by a thread, ready to strike at any moment.
Old Man was not aware of the mood. "Hurry up! No time to waste or you'll end up like the Americans!"
Before them a rotting wooden house rose like a thorn in a white sea of snow. The stench of rot now reached Tony's nose and he fought to control the urge to wretch.
"Come, we must go inside and prepare the sacrifice," Old Man prodded.
Veso stepped forward with a grim determination. "What is the meaning of this, old man? We are not going anywhere until you speak."
"Fools!" Old Man cried not even turning back. "Fools, all of them!"
Old man reached the door and the smell that eminated from the opening hit them like a fresh wave. "Come, quickly, quickly!" he said, then disappeared into darkness.
The five of them stood silently for a moment, eyeing the house. Nobody spoke the question that was on all of their minds.
Finally, Hans cleared his throat. "What do we do now?"
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Aug 21 2014, 12:30 AM.
Tony nodded and his four students fell in line to follow. Yuri looked like he would rather eat a fist-full of rusted nails but straightened his shoulders and pounded on with heavy steps. Looming large like that, full of power emanating from his body he had the air of a bear woken from hibernation. A polar bear - the largest of all their kind - with the white snow lacing his jacket.
"Shit,"
was all Hans said with a scowl directed at the old man's back. Veso and Dan held themselves with more poise but all of them remained tense.
The old man's words were as ominous as the creature had been. A ghost? And what sacrifice would be required?
Of course, Tony would be damned before he invoked some superstitious ritual but he did not have the same single-minded opinion of the arcane as he had before the strange power had manifested in him.
The other four knew it too. It may be a fine line they would have to navigate. No longer did they have the luxury of dismissing something that was most likely superstition but trusting too far was equally as dangerous.
It seemed the old man didn't notice the tense atmosphere that followed their trudging through the snow. Tony spared a fleeting thought for their SUV that was abandoned in the middle of nowhere and the distinct possibility that they would have a hard time making it back if they their journey took much longer.
Dan grunted suddenly and gathered more of the power. "I smell death and decay."
The others hung by a thread, ready to strike at any moment.
Old Man was not aware of the mood. "Hurry up! No time to waste or you'll end up like the Americans!"
Before them a rotting wooden house rose like a thorn in a white sea of snow. The stench of rot now reached Tony's nose and he fought to control the urge to wretch.
"Come, we must go inside and prepare the sacrifice," Old Man prodded.
Veso stepped forward with a grim determination. "What is the meaning of this, old man? We are not going anywhere until you speak."
"Fools!" Old Man cried not even turning back. "Fools, all of them!"
Old man reached the door and the smell that eminated from the opening hit them like a fresh wave. "Come, quickly, quickly!" he said, then disappeared into darkness.
The five of them stood silently for a moment, eyeing the house. Nobody spoke the question that was on all of their minds.
Finally, Hans cleared his throat. "What do we do now?"
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Aug 21 2014, 12:30 AM.