comic
Previously turnt3chGodh34d
The Dragonborn
"Hah! Well done, my sharp friend!" The Nord beamed as he grasped the trophy by its middle, and hurled it into the holding room, where it clattered loudly to the ground before he pulled his axe from his belt, glanced about, and turned once more to Slash. "I did this with Shroom earlier. It will turn us incorporeal, but the illusion will break should you attack anyone, or if it's used for too long." Immediately following this, he bellowed; "FEIM ZII GRON!"
Immediately, it was as though a shroud had befallen the pair. They were completely invisible, ethereal beings now outside of the laws of the physical realm, though they could see one another as hazy outlines, casting off wisping shadows. "Come now. We don't have long to find an exit."
When the Dragonborn spoke, it wasn't physical, but mental, his spirit communicating with Slash, who would be familiar with this, except instead of becoming ethereal for a moment, being the ghost type it was, it could sustain this form while maintaining its body for an extended period of time.
Taking the lead, the Dragonborn set off down a hall adjacent to theirs, a direction they hadn't yet been, hearing the distant roars of the crowd as they enjoyed another match. He honestly had no idea where he was going, all these alien corridors seemed the same and his compass was going haywire. Going off of gut instinct, he and Slash wound their way a few Grunts patrolling tiredly down a corridor, then down another hall where a couple avian-like Jackals lingered, squawking at one another before several massive insects flew overhead down the hall, passing right through the Nord and his companion as they went, an entire swarm of them unknowingly passing through Dragonborn and Slash.
The hallways seemed endless, the facility massive, an exit unlikely. The Dragonborn wasn't even certain if they'd been down any of these tunnels before, they all looked the same, and their ethereal advantage was going to fade with quickening haste. Beginning to grow frustrated, the Nord picked up his pace, sprinting down hallways, trying to find an exit, passing through more unsuspecting aliens as they went. There had to be thousands of their enemies within this place, meaning escape if discovered would be next to impossible.
However, they finally came to a temporary stop. An intersection that branched in four directions. The way they'd come from, a path right, straight, then left, all of which were blocked by an automatic door, obscuring view past.
Stroking his chin for a moment, the Dragonborn glanced toward Slash. "Which way should we go? We're nearly out of time."
"Hah! Well done, my sharp friend!" The Nord beamed as he grasped the trophy by its middle, and hurled it into the holding room, where it clattered loudly to the ground before he pulled his axe from his belt, glanced about, and turned once more to Slash. "I did this with Shroom earlier. It will turn us incorporeal, but the illusion will break should you attack anyone, or if it's used for too long." Immediately following this, he bellowed; "FEIM ZII GRON!"
Immediately, it was as though a shroud had befallen the pair. They were completely invisible, ethereal beings now outside of the laws of the physical realm, though they could see one another as hazy outlines, casting off wisping shadows. "Come now. We don't have long to find an exit."
When the Dragonborn spoke, it wasn't physical, but mental, his spirit communicating with Slash, who would be familiar with this, except instead of becoming ethereal for a moment, being the ghost type it was, it could sustain this form while maintaining its body for an extended period of time.
Taking the lead, the Dragonborn set off down a hall adjacent to theirs, a direction they hadn't yet been, hearing the distant roars of the crowd as they enjoyed another match. He honestly had no idea where he was going, all these alien corridors seemed the same and his compass was going haywire. Going off of gut instinct, he and Slash wound their way a few Grunts patrolling tiredly down a corridor, then down another hall where a couple avian-like Jackals lingered, squawking at one another before several massive insects flew overhead down the hall, passing right through the Nord and his companion as they went, an entire swarm of them unknowingly passing through Dragonborn and Slash.
The hallways seemed endless, the facility massive, an exit unlikely. The Dragonborn wasn't even certain if they'd been down any of these tunnels before, they all looked the same, and their ethereal advantage was going to fade with quickening haste. Beginning to grow frustrated, the Nord picked up his pace, sprinting down hallways, trying to find an exit, passing through more unsuspecting aliens as they went. There had to be thousands of their enemies within this place, meaning escape if discovered would be next to impossible.
However, they finally came to a temporary stop. An intersection that branched in four directions. The way they'd come from, a path right, straight, then left, all of which were blocked by an automatic door, obscuring view past.
Stroking his chin for a moment, the Dragonborn glanced toward Slash. "Which way should we go? We're nearly out of time."