by Feint » 08/21/2009 11:48 PM
((ooc -- I'm gonna make a long one, just because I don't now if you're coming back or not.))
The room was empty. There was no gold, no treasure, no chairs, no weapons, no carving, no statues, nothing. There weren't even any doors. Golem carefully placed each paw as if she were stepping on eggshells. Her gaze darted about fearfully, and she ducked every now and then, as if seeing demons flying about her head. Of course she saw nothing--it was merely her fit of insanity running its final course. Something that should interest her was she was in the deepest room in all of the Cathedral, where over twelve tomb raiders were slain. Exactly how they died no one knew, for the second they had stepped through the same door Golem had, it snapped shut behind them, closing off all sound and air. When it finally reopened on its own, many years later, there was nothing inside.
Nothing visible, anyway.
Golem stepped into a square-shaped indent in the center of the room and stopped. Through the dim light her "blood" gave off, she could see the dusty, cracked stone tile along the wall and ceiling and floor. One crack in particular caught her attention, for it was the longest by far. It wasn't really one crack, but ten or more all joined together into one long mock fissure. Every now and then, it curled, opening a hole in the surface. Golem traced the crack with her "eyes" as far as she could see, then spontaneously began dancing in the square. Her steps traced the pattern the crack made, and made lots of noise that echoed in the room and out the halls. When she decided she was finished, and the echoes finally stopped, the room was dreadfully silent, almost more than it had been. It was dead silent. Golem threw back her head and shouted into the mind, SOULS OF THE LOST, AWAKEN!
Again, it was silent.
Golem held her "breath" anxiously, glancing about at the stone tile that surrounded her. Suddenly, a noise caught her attention, and she tilted her "ear" toward the sound. It was a soft, rushing sound, like water, only... different. Golem listened, and began to tremble. The rushing sound slowly gained in volume until it was a roar, and the screams of the dying tomb raiders could be heard in the rushing of liquid. Golem snapped back on her heel to see behind her, and tripped over herself in horror at what she saw. A vision of the raiders, all twenty of them, drowning in acid hidden in compartments in the ceiling hovered before her. Golem shrank against the side of the square she stood in in horror and fear, and when she could take no more, she dove through the vision for the door and freedom.
She hit the wall with a loud CRACKK. Without her knowledge, the door had shut behind her. The temple albie screamed in terror, pawing at the shut door. LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! she pleaded. The mist in her "veins" had liquefied and were running down her stony cheeks like tears. The mental screams mixed with the raiders' wails and carried up to the surface of the shrine like evil wind.