tarlyn wrote:Juergin thinks quickly and jabs the man in the mouth with his pole!
With the long pole choked up close in his grip, Juergin crams the metal hook into the man's mouth. The old man wails as the pole jerks back,the steel hook ripping out his cheek. Juergin has him caught like a fish! The sharp-toothed freak pulls Juergin closer and clamps his distended jaws over the boy's left shoulder. His saliva stings like sea-water in the wound.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Juergin screams out in pain"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Now frantic and mad with rage, he yells at the top of his lungs and pushes the pole back in the old mans mouth, hoping to push it right through the old mans head out the back. Visions of his father, his crew and what the pirates did fly through his mind, egging him on. The boy is furious as well as fed up.
Primeiro gets down on one knee as he examines the spot where he struck the ground... and then he sees something that he hadn't noticed before in the darkness. "A grate?" he says. Then he repeats it to the others, "There's a grate here! Wherever it leads, that's where this bastard is now."
"There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are."
--W. Somerset Maugham
Petrie kneels down beside Primeiro to look at the perforated rectangle. He pokes it with the pommel of his sword.
''It's hard to make out details in this gloamin', even so close, laddie...but that almost looks like a little door. Too small for you or me, but a child could use it. Shall I kick it in, see who's home?"
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
tarlyn wrote:Juergin screams out in pain"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Now frantic and mad with rage, he yells at the top of his lungs and pushes the pole back in the old mans mouth, hoping to push it right through the old mans head out the back. Visions of his father, his crew and what the pirates did fly through his mind, egging him on. The boy is furious as well as fed up.
Juergin rams the hooked pole all the way through the man's mouth, ripping his cheek wide open. Norzak-Shadow leaps up from behind to claw at the man's face with black fingers. The savage releases his rock-hard grip on Juergin and staggers towards the campfire, the right side of his face flapping like a bloody sail.
Juergin's gaff is free now.
The crazy old man seizes a burning hunk of wood by the unburned outer end and hurls it at Juergin's head. The boy dodges the flaming missile.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
The man-thing moves towards the bundle with the hunting knife sticking out...
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
"We could shimmy back up the rope an' bring down one'a the barrels'a pitch instead, pour it through an' set it on fire," Everline notes. "If naught else, we'd see where the grate was if'n we go down deeper. Beats leavin' someone 'ere ta sound out while the rest of us go an' look."
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Petrie taps the grate/ little door set in the wall.
''Smoke it out, eh? I can go get the pitch if that's the plan. I'm the strongest."
Petrie looks first to Primeiro, and then to the other men present.
"What should we do?"
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
"I think we should still press on the thing. In its weakened state, we have some advantage. But we should not follow through that narrow space immediately. It is choosing its battleground, and we don't know what advantages it may have inside. One, however, is obvious: we can not fight while crammed.
So, I think we could follow Everline's suggestion... shove the flaming as much into the door, or tunnel, as possible, and see what lights up. Also, we should take think about the paintings in here. Could they be foci to control previous or current victims? If that's the case, shouldn't we destroy them?
"
Eustace looks around at the others, then adds a bit more.
"At any rate, we have a better idea now of our foe, and we discovered very important things here. If we do not finish the fight today, we can surely come better prepared tomorrow."
Looking at the paintings again, he says
"Perhaps one of these paintings is from the maidgirl that died. Do you think we should bring them to the manor for recognition?"
ewancummins wrote:The man-thing moves towards the bundle with the hunting knife sticking out...
Juergin rushes the old man with the pole, attacking him again while he is removing the hilt of his blade. "Help me Dark One, let us kill this fiend once and for all."
"No," Everline says through gritted teeth. "I think we should get the pitch down here and use those paintings for kindling." She points at the image of herself. "If that beast loves 'em so, let them burn!" For a moment, her eyes glitter with more than rage.
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"We should press the thing, yes, but to be pouring fire into a place we know nothing about? I am not sure. In our haste we may destroy something vital to the secrets of this island. But we should at least be wrenching the door open, see what little we can see first."
"You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” -Wuthering Heights
"Agreed," says Primeiro in response to Everline. "Smoke won't bother that thing. But this place...." He looks at Dorgio, Petrie, and Thom and continues, "At whatever point you opened the door in the pit, that thing panicked. I could do little against it, poor Eustace was still raving, and Mademoiselle Vaughn was, well..." He looks slightly embarrassed. "...unconscious. It had the upper hand. Yet it fled into the pit, screaming about 'the workshop.'" He looks around.
"Yes, destroy it," he says grimly. "The paintings are either gruesome mementos or captured souls that need to be freed. The creature could be drawing upon them for strength, even now. Then we consecrate this place in whatever fashion those more experienced deem necessary. Dorgio, what other door are you referring to?"*
He glances at the grate again. "At once we've destroyed its bolthole here, then we pursue that monster to its end or ours. Let it feel fear." His fights tightens as he recalls the terror that the creature awakened in him. "Can we actually fit through there?"
Primeiro looks up at Everline, his gaze resting on her chin. "Ah, my apologies, Mademoiselle Vaughn. I'm afraid that I had to knock you unconscious. You're quite skilled with that... blade...." The excitement of the last few minutes wearing off, he suddenly sags against the wall. As the shadows dissipate, it becomes apparent to all that Primeiro has been extremely injured by multiple attacks from a blade.
__________________________________________ *Primeiro didn't spot the other shadowy doors upon his entrance. He simply followed the sounds of Dorgio and Petrie fighting the shadow-ogre.
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