“It’s only a little further now. Come on, keep up.”
“You said that almost an hour ago, Absinthe. You will have to forgive me if I do not believe you.”
“You’re just upset that you got mud on your boots.”
“Yes, a warning would have been appreciated.”
“It’s called The Temple of Black Waters. What on Earth were you expecting?”
“Water. Not mud.”
The man named Absinthe laughed, stepping over yet another puddle of mud that was deceptively deeper than it looked. His companion’s growl made it that much sweeter.”
“You had better hope that it is here, Absinthe.”
“Or what, Alnyx?”
“You know exactly what.”
“Oh baby, don’t tease me like that.”
Alnyx rolled his eyes, pushing past the other man and towards the tree line, where it finally began to thin out just a little. Absinthe followed behind him, fingers glowing violet as they stepped forward.
“Ancient crumbling stone and ominous clouds? Looks like the place.”
“Good. Let us get your toy and get out.”
“You’re so fiery today. I like it.”
“There it is. Have you ever seen anything so perfect before in your life?”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
Alnyx was covered in mud from outside, a spike from a trap had torn his cloak, and a skeleton managed to sink its teeth into his left forearm. Murder was more present than usual in his almond shaped eyes.
“It glows, look at it! It’s going to be fantastic. Formerly owned by a Chaos lord…You can’t tell me it’s not the most beautiful-Oww!” The almond-eyed man rammed a dagger into Absinthe’s thigh, pulling it back out only once he was silenced. “You’re not mad at me are you? Seriously?”
“You dragged me through a swamp. For a stupid glowing sword.” the elf wiped the blood off of the blade onto his torn cloak. “Yes, I am mad at you.”
“You know that I don’t-”
“No no. Go on. Get your stupid sword. Clearly you need it.” Alnyx moved his hand in a shooing motion.
Absinthe growled, placing a hand against the fresh wound as he stepped forward. He’d have to do something to placate his moody elf later. First, there was treasure to-
He shouted as the ground fell from under him, revealing the six foot deep pit full of asps that had been under it. Removing his hand from his leg, the glow from before began to surrounded the beasts.
“You knew that was there, didn’t you.”
“Yes.” Alnyx smirked, pleased with himself as he walked to the edge of the pit and looked down as the asps began to explode into goo one by one.
“And you aren’t going to help me out of this, are you?”
“Would it help if I said I was sorry?” Absinthe lowered his hand as the last snake popped.
He groaned as he carefully pulled himself out, using his magic to make himself footholds in the stone. Once he was finally on the temple floor again, he took the last steps across to the black stone altar. He removed the longsword from the stand it was displayed in, unsheathing it from the scabbard. As he held it up, a deep red aura began to pulsate from it.
“Nothing to it.” he picked the scabbard up, inspecting the violet gems that it was inlaid with.
“Oh now you want to speak?”
“Put it back in the scabbard. We need to go. Now.”
“I don’t know. I think I rather fancy this place.” Absinthe walked across the dias, swiping at the air with the blade. “We should clean it up. It would make a nice little base.”
“We need to go now.”
“Ugh, Alnyx stop. I’m sorry, okay? I should have told you that it was in a swamp, I get it.”
He blinked when he looked to the elf and saw that he had his longbow drawn, pointed upwards at the ceiling. Specifically, at the half spider-half woman that was descending from it.
“Oh now we HAVE to stay.”
“If you do not stop talking and start stabbing-” Alnyx snarled as the blood spatter hit him.
“No you are not.”
“Nope, I’m not!”