This past week’s Friday Fiction installment is finally here, albeit with a slight delay. Join in on another installment of the adventures of Corso as he tries to survive in the dark corners of Dagger Falls. Here is Part 4 of “Corso” as written by our own squishy human, Jeremy Tully.
Part 3, written by Jeremy Tully
A resounding thud denotes Corso, Boog and Thode all being unceremoniously dumped out of a magical portal into the middle the floor. A quick glance around by Corso immediately puts his mind at ease. “Thank the gods. Right location.”
As the three individuals stood up to look around, they took in all the details of their surroundings. They found themselves in a dark wood panel room with a simple dirt floor, currently being lit by a single firefly lantern hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Piled high along every available inch of wall space were sealed wooden crates or burlap sacks, all marked with symbols from almost every language across the map. The room was cool and dry, with a slight smell of perfume piercing the otherwise slight musk permeating the air. The south corner of the room was punctuated by an open doorway that led into complete darkness beyond. Out of the gloomy doorway came the sudden appearance of two glowing red eyes.. peering in at three interlopers within the room. Corso stepped in front of Boog and Thode, stretching his arms out wide in a show of respect.
“Reimana, I know you are supposed to be in the middle of communing with your animal totem, but we need your help.”
A deep thunderous growl slowly crawled out from the doorway and wrapped itself around the legs of the interlopers, causing the dirt floor to shake slightly beneath their feat. Thode, with iron club in hand, slowly starts backing away from Corso and into the first available room corner he can find. A quick hiss from Thode causes his brother Boog to follow suite. The rumbling growl deepens sharply just as a massive shape of black fur and teeth lunges out of the doorway within the blink of an eye. Before he can even breath Corso finds himself pinned to the floor by a female wood elf, trying her best to stifle an impending giggling fit. “CORSO!” squeals Reimana as her long dark hair was doing its best to choke Corso.
Corso was quite sure he heard (another) rib pop the moment he hit the floor, but he wasn’t about to give Reimana the pleasure of knowing that. “Get off me before you wrinkle my outfit!” The slender grace that was Reimana the Black Bear Shaman stands up, assisting Corso to his feet in the process. Corso, holding the left side of his rib cage, leting out a frustrated groan: “I hate it when you do that!”
Boog and Thode, both in fight-ready stances, stood with their weapons drawn as an ever building look of confusion crawled across their faces. “What the HECK is going on here?!”
Pointing a slender elven finger their direction, belted out an exclamation: “You two button your lips, this entire problem is most likely your fault.”
The tension in the room quickly builds, suddenly being shattered by the loud ‘pop’ of an imp appearing from a puff of smoke emanating from the middle of the room. Crawl emerges from smoke, with news for his owner: “Master, the orc Tragonus has been detained and your trail has been successfully concealed. But there was another with him, the Inquisitor Ifdra was there.”