The cat thinks at this, but still doesn’t quiet catch it. “Well, if ye didn’t open us an exit, where are we? This doesn’t look like what ye described as the ‘Void’....” The mage, who typically has an air of easy-going around him, grows serious as he goes on. “That’s because it’s not. I’m assuming the exit ‘tuned’ itself to whatever latched onto the first tear...” The pirate expects him to go on, but realizes he’s stopped. “Well, as fun as this trip was, why don’t we head on back?” The mage gives him a look of unbelief. “I can’t just do that spell again! Being so close to whatever messed with the first try, the second would only result in the same, or most likely be ten times worse!!”
The feline’s at a bit of a loss. “So, uh, whadda we do?” The other turns his back on his friend, staring off a bit before replying. “Well, seeing as how I can’t use my magic, why don’t we do things your way?” “Hahah, ye mean shoot anything that moves?” “Assuming we can find and stop whatever’s causing this interference, I should be able to get us back safely.”
The mage starts to take a step, when his friend yells “Wait, ye can use yer magic, right? Well, whaddya gonna fight with?” At this, he stumbles and falls onto the ground. “Oh, jeeze you’re right...” He gets up, thinking while turning to face the pirate. “Heheh...I guess you just get to do all the fighting.” “Ha—wait, wha--!?” “Well, enough chit chat, let’s go!” The mage leaps off the out-cropping, and the tear above that had just barely held itself finally collapses, sending out a flash of light. He didn’t see the puddle below.
SPLASH
“Ha...Ya be needing some help?” He quickly scrambles for dry land, sputtering and coughing along the way. “Bah, I don’t need your help!” He was upset about the cloak. It wasn’t waterproof. “Alrighty then,” replies the pirate, “Ye seem eager to explore, so I’ll be staying here and checking to see if any of me guns made it through your tear.” The mage, trying to hold onto what’s left of his pride, doesn’t attempt to argue. He shrugs off towards the makeshift elevators, making his way up to the lion’s head doorway, figuring going up would mean getting out of this place. As he makes it to the ledge, though, he can see there will be no getting through here. A solid grating covers the lion’s mouth, which is the doorway. He raps on it three times, “Well, looks like there’s no getting through here.”, he jokes.
He hops down, making his way towards the only other exit, when the pirate calls out “Don’t ye be getting yerself in trouble, Lowell! There’s no telling what lives in these caves.” At this, Lowell rolls his eyes. “Heheh, aren’t afraid of a few bats, are we Khan?” At this, he goes through the dark doorway and onto paths unknown. Well, it was dark, and he didn’t know what was out there....
Walking out of the doorway, the mage sees he’s come into a long branching in the cave, with a past that twists, turns, and even goes up and down. Not known for his physical abilities, he grimaces at the thought of having to make his way through this path. “No way I’m going back to Khan empty handed..”, he stubbornly mumbles. So he jumps off the first ledge to turn around and make his way on down, when he suddenly collides with a strange blob. “W-what?!” It makes a *squeak* and bounces away from him. Lowell stumbles from the impact, landing on his rear against the wall. He looks up in time to see whatever it was, some sort of ‘critter’, it’s body more or less a round blob the same colour as the cave, with two round little ears on top, and two black eyes with a tiny rabbit-ish nose stand out on it’s otherwise bland body. The mage stares at it. It stares back.
Lowell slowly makes an effort to get up, when the critter *squeaks* again and leaps. Lowell quickly rolls under it, and the critter slams into the wall where he was at a moment ago. The mage quickly gets up and runs for it. He drops off another ledge, having to turn around again to continue on, landing in another unseen puddle at the same time. He climbs up the side, confident that the blob won’t follow him. After wringing his cloak out, he turns around and marches onward. After a few twists and turns, he comes to a fork in the pathway. Again, favoring up, he chooses the high road, only to be met by strange blocks, allowing no way around them. He inspects them. “Seems rather weak...”, he says to himself. The mage gives them a kick. “Eh, sure Khan has something up his sleeve for these...”, and so he back tracks, taking the alternate path this time. The way up resembles the way down from the door, complete with something waiting for the mage as he makes his way up the first ledge.
As the mage pulls himself up, wearily making his way onward {again, he’s not very physically active}, a large blue bat suddenly swoops down. Simply out of surprise, Lowell falls backwards, awkwardly dodging the bat’s unusually large fangs. It wasn’t expecting a miss, and kept it’s acceleration up, flying right over the fallen mage. It opened it’s eyes to inspect why it hadn’t made contact with it’s prey just in time to see the wall, before it crashed into it. It’s sharp teeth, the main tool it used to hunt prey with, now work against it, both being firmly lodged in the wall. No amount of jerking or flapping loosens the grip of stone.
