Colrar is in shock but doesnt show it and stares at where Chiller disappeared
There is almost no light. But in the wake of the endless darkness - a blue light lights up in the distance.
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Chiller begins to fabricate a makeshift weapon from the bones, one that has a lot of edges and can hit very hard.
"Someone you shouldn’t bother yourself with, it’s none of your concern.
“So now I want to bother him, what’s his name?”
They can see a path blue fires light up, leading towards the fire he saw earlier.
Chiller gives up the idea of a mace, and begins to ffabricate bone knuckles.
Colrar finds some fabric on the ground and places it over himself, creating a cloak. Only his shining blue eyes and teeth can be seen beneath his hood now. He stares with interest at the new path feeling something lies beyond
After some time, yet another blue light lights up in the room.
“I’m the master of my destiny, except for prophecies, because all hero’s are affected by prophecies, that and royalty in distress”
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“Not me!!! I’m independent.”
“Annnndddd… Now I’m hallucinating. Great.”
“Like I said, all heroes are affected by them”
The light squeaks like a dolphin and disappears, reappearing next to Chiller. It has a face.
“Oh, Tren Krom, now there are two of them… But, I welcome the company, I’m feeling bonely…”
Seeing no one else is talking action. Colrar walks towards the path
“So all heros are slaves. Makes sense.”
Both of the lights chuckle and point towards a small hallway - perhaps an exit?
After hours of walking, he finally arrives at a small camp-side where a coated figure draws pictures into the sand while sitting on a wooden log. It is red and no bigger than a toa.
The lights disappear.
“Also, I’d love to tell a skeleton joke, but I don’t have the guts for that.” Chiller begins to make his way across the trench. He finds varius bones, all shapes and sizes. He picks up a particularly large rib, and a long femur.