Crawlers, Spiders, and Wights!
from flies the coop II by Hole Dweller
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As the party met the height of the hills, their surroundings became dense and green. The air is cool. Amongst them are crops of ancient stones that stretch on through forgotten pathways into broken forts. Jamwine shivered. “Quite a dreadful unease ‘round these ruins”.
“Straight ahead”, Gobli commanded. “Them ruins is where we seek”.
The ruins of Emyn Hoedh. It wasn’t only the terrain that kept travelers from exploring this forlorn citadel. Nor was it the sickly black murk that painted the stones. Stories of a ghastly presence haunted these grounds.
“I hear the bravest riders dare not explore this bastard wasteland”, Bunkin babbled.
The cart halted. The caravan jumped to the ground, collected their sacks, torches and weapons, and approached the ruins’ crumbled entrance.
One by one, dwarf and hobbit crawled through the small opening that remained of the old crumbling fort. Water could be heard trickling in the distance.
“Don’t look up if you’re squeamish lads” a voice belched from the front of the line. The trickling sound grew nearer.
Jamwine held his torch to the stone ceiling. “The walls are moving? What is this sorcery?” he thought. As his eyes adjusted to the dim cavern, he realized it was not water they were hearing, but the sound of millions of tiny legs writhing atop one another. Giant centipedes, crickets and spiders adorned the walls all around them. Jamwine’s coat and trousers quivered as spiny vermin made their way in and scurried beneath. Right away, the stubby allies took off running, tugging at their squirming garments.
As they shook the last bit of crawlers from their clothes they admired that the tunnel had opened into a large abandoned sanctum, with small bits of light streaming in from high above. The skeletons of failed explorers hung chained, suspended from the heights and draped in decrepit cloth. They creaked and swayed in a curious draft that swept through the galleries. “They look like ghosts”, Jamwine hummed.
All around them were passages, some blocked from crumbling stone, others obscured thick with cobwebs. One mighty portal filled with light. “There” Gobli croaked. “That is where we will find the treasure”
“Treasure?” Jamwine thought. He was not so sure.
“Straight ahead”, Gobli commanded. “Them ruins is where we seek”.
The ruins of Emyn Hoedh. It wasn’t only the terrain that kept travelers from exploring this forlorn citadel. Nor was it the sickly black murk that painted the stones. Stories of a ghastly presence haunted these grounds.
“I hear the bravest riders dare not explore this bastard wasteland”, Bunkin babbled.
The cart halted. The caravan jumped to the ground, collected their sacks, torches and weapons, and approached the ruins’ crumbled entrance.
One by one, dwarf and hobbit crawled through the small opening that remained of the old crumbling fort. Water could be heard trickling in the distance.
“Don’t look up if you’re squeamish lads” a voice belched from the front of the line. The trickling sound grew nearer.
Jamwine held his torch to the stone ceiling. “The walls are moving? What is this sorcery?” he thought. As his eyes adjusted to the dim cavern, he realized it was not water they were hearing, but the sound of millions of tiny legs writhing atop one another. Giant centipedes, crickets and spiders adorned the walls all around them. Jamwine’s coat and trousers quivered as spiny vermin made their way in and scurried beneath. Right away, the stubby allies took off running, tugging at their squirming garments.
As they shook the last bit of crawlers from their clothes they admired that the tunnel had opened into a large abandoned sanctum, with small bits of light streaming in from high above. The skeletons of failed explorers hung chained, suspended from the heights and draped in decrepit cloth. They creaked and swayed in a curious draft that swept through the galleries. “They look like ghosts”, Jamwine hummed.
All around them were passages, some blocked from crumbling stone, others obscured thick with cobwebs. One mighty portal filled with light. “There” Gobli croaked. “That is where we will find the treasure”
“Treasure?” Jamwine thought. He was not so sure.
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from flies the coop II,
released August 13, 2020
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