Chapter 3:Garinham's Dungeon
As Tristian pushed the door to the building open, it gave a loud creak. He stepped inside and looked around. It was pitch black except for the glow from the coals in the fireplace. He guessed his companions had come to this building to wait for himself and Daryth to arrive. As he inspected the room he could hear a faint wind blowing from somewhere along the far wall of the room. There was a large statue and Tristian looked for a way to move it, but could not. He pushed and pulled and lifted but it wouldn't budge. Then he noticed a stone on the wall behind the statue that was a little different colored than the rest. He reached up and pushed it and suddenly it sank into the wall and the statue started moving to reveal a passageway leading down a staircase. Tristain drew his sword. He could feel the cold damp air as he began his decent down the long staircase. He kept going down the stairway for what seemed like forever. The smell of the air turned to the smell of rotting flesh when he got to the bottom. He was at the beginning of a huge cave, or dungeon. He lit his torch and then put his sword back in its sheath. When he took a couple of steps in to the dungeon, a huge barrier fell from the ceiling, closing the way he had come in. That blew out his torch, leaving him in total darkness. He tried to focus and all he saw was two large eyes staring at him. Suddenly, the whole place was flooded with light! Right in the middle was a huge tiger raring back to pounce. He quickly unsheathed his sword, and pulled it out just in time to block the claws of the tiger. The force knocked the sword out of his hands, and the tiger swiped again, hitting him across the face, knocking him to the ground. He hit the ground hard, on to the bones of a less fortunate human. Blood was dripping from the wound on his face, and pouring into his eyes. He slowly got up and picked up the thighbone of the skeleton he had landed on. The tiger was walking away, going back to his previous meal. He slowly crept up, and lifted the bone above his head and brought it down hard on the head of the tiger. The tiger fell down, never to get up again. Tristian began to feel weak and then stumbled over some bones. He fell over, passing out from the pain, and loss of blood.
"Wake up" said Dyrth.
Tristian started to sit up, but his head started throbbing with pain. "Where am I?" asked Tristian.
"You are at the village inn. We were waiting for you to return, and the next day, a small slime pulled you out the door of the shack you went in to. The slime told us that you fought a Sabertiger, and killed it. He said the reason he pulled you out was because you spared his life one day not to long ago. After that, we took you to the inn, and the town wizard took care of you."
"How long has it been?" Tristian asked.
"You have been unconscious for 3 days."
"When is my head going to be healed?"
"The wizard wanted you to be conscious when he mends your head. The Sabertiger also had a treasure in his dungeon, and since you defeated him you get it, but there seems to be a guarding spell over it."
Tristan then remembers the vial that the man gave him on his way down to the dungeon. He then pulls it out of his pocket and examined the label. On it the directions read to say the word "Frestingadar" when you dump the potion out of the vial.
After healing for a few more days, Tristian and Daryth both started down the stairwell where Tristian had defeated the Sabertiger. When they finally got to the dungeon, they searched for the treasure. After they found it, Tristian took the vile, opened it and then shouted "Frestingadar!" while draining the potion. Tristan and Daryth were thrown to the ground by a huge explosion! Light and sound assaulted their senses, throwing them violently to the floor. Pain shot up Tristian's left arm. His vision swam, and he vomited violently. After some time he raised himself from the ground. Gingerly he felt his arm. Though bruised it appeared undamaged. The cave was unchanged, though minor cracks covered the walls and small chips of rock had fallen from the ceiling. The charred and broken remains of the chest sat smoking in the center of the room.
"Such a powerful explosion was surely meant to kill us! Unless, of course, it wasn't intended to harm us..." He trailed off, muttering to himself.
"Draw your sword!" Daryth commanded, a hint of fear in his voice."
"What?"
"Do it! Now!"
Tristan drew the shining blade from its sheath, waiting, but heard nothing but the thudding of his heart.
As Tristian pushed the door to the building open, it gave a loud creak. He stepped inside and looked around. It was pitch black except for the glow from the coals in the fireplace. He guessed his companions had come to this building to wait for himself and Daryth to arrive. As he inspected the room he could hear a faint wind blowing from somewhere along the far wall of the room. There was a large statue and Tristian looked for a way to move it, but could not. He pushed and pulled and lifted but it wouldn't budge. Then he noticed a stone on the wall behind the statue that was a little different colored than the rest. He reached up and pushed it and suddenly it sank into the wall and the statue started moving to reveal a passageway leading down a staircase. Tristain drew his sword. He could feel the cold damp air as he began his decent down the long staircase. He kept going down the stairway for what seemed like forever. The smell of the air turned to the smell of rotting flesh when he got to the bottom. He was at the beginning of a huge cave, or dungeon. He lit his torch and then put his sword back in its sheath. When he took a couple of steps in to the dungeon, a huge barrier fell from the ceiling, closing the way he had come in. That blew out his torch, leaving him in total darkness. He tried to focus and all he saw was two large eyes staring at him. Suddenly, the whole place was flooded with light! Right in the middle was a huge tiger raring back to pounce. He quickly unsheathed his sword, and pulled it out just in time to block the claws of the tiger. The force knocked the sword out of his hands, and the tiger swiped again, hitting him across the face, knocking him to the ground. He hit the ground hard, on to the bones of a less fortunate human. Blood was dripping from the wound on his face, and pouring into his eyes. He slowly got up and picked up the thighbone of the skeleton he had landed on. The tiger was walking away, going back to his previous meal. He slowly crept up, and lifted the bone above his head and brought it down hard on the head of the tiger. The tiger fell down, never to get up again. Tristian began to feel weak and then stumbled over some bones. He fell over, passing out from the pain, and loss of blood.
"Wake up" said Dyrth.
Tristian started to sit up, but his head started throbbing with pain. "Where am I?" asked Tristian.
"You are at the village inn. We were waiting for you to return, and the next day, a small slime pulled you out the door of the shack you went in to. The slime told us that you fought a Sabertiger, and killed it. He said the reason he pulled you out was because you spared his life one day not to long ago. After that, we took you to the inn, and the town wizard took care of you."
"How long has it been?" Tristian asked.
"You have been unconscious for 3 days."
"When is my head going to be healed?"
"The wizard wanted you to be conscious when he mends your head. The Sabertiger also had a treasure in his dungeon, and since you defeated him you get it, but there seems to be a guarding spell over it."
Tristan then remembers the vial that the man gave him on his way down to the dungeon. He then pulls it out of his pocket and examined the label. On it the directions read to say the word "Frestingadar" when you dump the potion out of the vial.
After healing for a few more days, Tristian and Daryth both started down the stairwell where Tristian had defeated the Sabertiger. When they finally got to the dungeon, they searched for the treasure. After they found it, Tristian took the vile, opened it and then shouted "Frestingadar!" while draining the potion. Tristan and Daryth were thrown to the ground by a huge explosion! Light and sound assaulted their senses, throwing them violently to the floor. Pain shot up Tristian's left arm. His vision swam, and he vomited violently. After some time he raised himself from the ground. Gingerly he felt his arm. Though bruised it appeared undamaged. The cave was unchanged, though minor cracks covered the walls and small chips of rock had fallen from the ceiling. The charred and broken remains of the chest sat smoking in the center of the room.
"Such a powerful explosion was surely meant to kill us! Unless, of course, it wasn't intended to harm us..." He trailed off, muttering to himself.
"Draw your sword!" Daryth commanded, a hint of fear in his voice."
"What?"
"Do it! Now!"
Tristan drew the shining blade from its sheath, waiting, but heard nothing but the thudding of his heart.