Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-33521582-20180331015711


 * Click* *Clack* *Click* *Clack* *Click* *Clack*

As the last of Brother Othmar's shotgun shells is loaded into the weapons tube, you all feel your hearts pounding against your chests. In the silence, the low, smooth crackling of static in your earpieces is almost deafening, as adrenaline pumps into your bloodstream, making your pupils contract into pinpricks and bringing the dark shadows of the tunnel into sharp, almost painful detail. You step around the corner and into the cavern.

The empty cavern. As you all stand in the tunnel mouth, you clearly see it. There are no pillars here, just a sprawling ovaloid, large in size, carved into the bare rock, the floor roughly hewn stone and earth, lumpy and irregular. Then, perspective shifts, and several of you choke down gasps as the entire floor of the cavern moves.

Before you, wall to wall, interlocked and hudled, are hundreds of the creatures. They are piled on the floor, dormant maybe, all breathing in unison, the rise and fall of their carapaces like ripples in a pond. Your twin hearts beat frantically in your chests and your breathing accelerates as the creatures twitch and stir, as of yet unaware of your presence.

Then, a soft clink, so soft it wouldn't be heard in anything but the deepest, most sepulchral silence that has fallen on this cave and all of you there in sounds, and you see Sergeant Invexus, and the twin frag grenades he holds in his hand, pins freshly pulled. The adrenaline makes the movement seem slow, almost hypnotic, as the two small cylinders arc through the air and fall in the middle of the monsters, with the clattering of metal on stone.