08-06-2016, 11:13 PM
Declan Gregory
PPC
Light glinted across the chamber like reflections snaking over water. What wonders there were to behold overhead, Declan quickly forgot in the trove of treasures at his feet.
He was going to be famous. His family would be venerated! The ancient world turned on its head!
He had his Wallet out, perched high, turning it to his giddy face as he explored the discovery. He was careful not to touch anything, but his fingertips itched to caress every immaculate object.
Gold, silver, bronze. Coins askew as though once neatly stacked. He bent low to examine a massive conch shell brimming with pearls. Statuettes of men with the tails of fish. Fossilized skeletons of sea horses. Urns bearing paintings of poisonous octopus and snakes. Usually a symbol of danger, he was careful to avoid touching them.
A noise turned him in time to witness Soren wrench something out from the base of the altar. But he didn't voice his objection.
Instead, he did as ordered, and began to record everything in sight. But he would be back with a full team next time.
Soren needed medical attention, though. And despite the temptation to stay alone while his friend returned to camp, Declan was ill prepared for a long stay.
They returned to the passageway that led them to the chamber. Soren led the way, lights following him. Declan trailed last, hesitant to leave. In his previous haste before, he hadn't noticed the inscriptions along the wall. His pace slowed as his eyes roamed the writings. The theme of the temple chamber behind them had been distinctly nautical. Odd for such a land locked location. But as he squinted, he thought he recognized the writings on the wall as European. Greek? They were so faded. He paused, realizing Soren had made quick progress and was leaving him behind. In the middle of the passage, Declan cried out "Wait! Soren! I think this is Greek,"
he pointed at the wall, fingers ever so slightly grazing the surface.
Click.
His heart skipped a beat. There was a grinding mechanism. And Declan stepped back from the wall. The noise grew ominous. "Sören!!"
He cried.
He made it three steps before the passageway filled with poison. He fell, never making it out.
PPC
Light glinted across the chamber like reflections snaking over water. What wonders there were to behold overhead, Declan quickly forgot in the trove of treasures at his feet.
He was going to be famous. His family would be venerated! The ancient world turned on its head!
He had his Wallet out, perched high, turning it to his giddy face as he explored the discovery. He was careful not to touch anything, but his fingertips itched to caress every immaculate object.
Gold, silver, bronze. Coins askew as though once neatly stacked. He bent low to examine a massive conch shell brimming with pearls. Statuettes of men with the tails of fish. Fossilized skeletons of sea horses. Urns bearing paintings of poisonous octopus and snakes. Usually a symbol of danger, he was careful to avoid touching them.
A noise turned him in time to witness Soren wrench something out from the base of the altar. But he didn't voice his objection.
Instead, he did as ordered, and began to record everything in sight. But he would be back with a full team next time.
Soren needed medical attention, though. And despite the temptation to stay alone while his friend returned to camp, Declan was ill prepared for a long stay.
They returned to the passageway that led them to the chamber. Soren led the way, lights following him. Declan trailed last, hesitant to leave. In his previous haste before, he hadn't noticed the inscriptions along the wall. His pace slowed as his eyes roamed the writings. The theme of the temple chamber behind them had been distinctly nautical. Odd for such a land locked location. But as he squinted, he thought he recognized the writings on the wall as European. Greek? They were so faded. He paused, realizing Soren had made quick progress and was leaving him behind. In the middle of the passage, Declan cried out "Wait! Soren! I think this is Greek,"
he pointed at the wall, fingers ever so slightly grazing the surface.
Click.
His heart skipped a beat. There was a grinding mechanism. And Declan stepped back from the wall. The noise grew ominous. "Sören!!"
He cried.
He made it three steps before the passageway filled with poison. He fell, never making it out.