Now, Blaidd never claimed to be a wolf with a good sense of direction. However, even he was a bit impressed by the level of bafoonery he had gotten up to. Lady Rennala had asked he fetch a spell for her she knew to be near. Now, surely he had gotten it, but he had gotten a little distracted on the way back.
So, he was currently running from more skeletons than he was certain should be in one mausoleum, with a cackling thing somewhere that keeps making then het back up. He would smash and swipe but never keep them down.
"Lady Rennala is going to be so disappointed." He muttered, ducking under an arrow as he ran around the crypt, more pinging off his blade as he leaped over a broken column. He was panting rather hard by now, and he really needed a jug of water. He dove under a random gout of flame that tore the air behind him, leaving behind a rather charred smell that he felt belonged better on ribs. "Too close." His eyes turned up as this giant statue of a monkey with many heads and a giant torch for hair began turning creepily towards him.
"Nope." He sprinted, taking off down as morw flames licked against his tail, making him hurriedly stuff it into his cloak. "Ow, ow, ow! So rude!" He barked back as he ran, the clack of arrows and searing spells burning at the ground behind him before he fell. His legs took him right out an opening in the halls that led directly off a cliff, landing with a awfull slam into a large cavern that pulsated a deep, horrible redness beyond the burnt and crusty shores.
The place smelled fouler than foul, like good meat and eggs left in the sun for days. The plants were bizarre, reddish and white in off colors that seemed to be more holes than petals. He stood slowly, eyes soon falling on the massive lake of red fluid that eminated the horrid smell. "Good... Ranni... what is this?" He mumbled to himself, holding his snout as he looked around for any way out as the door he fell through had been blocked off, and truth be told, felt a bit unsafe.
"Well, ya got yourself in quite the pickle. Don't mean alls lost." He scratched his head, tearing off some loose fabric and making a make-shift mask to help his nose. "There. Right n' tight." He looked out, eyes honing for a moment as he observed, finding another entrance in the distance. The lake did not seem safe to wade in, but the benefit of such big meaty claws as he leaped onto the walls was it gave you such options to het around.
He clawed his way, slow and steady along the cavern wall. He saw a few shattered ruins, sinking inch by inch into the bright red abyss. He saw things, scattered growth laiden beasts roaming the fluid. They seemed somewhere between pain and bliss that he was not found to see, so he focused on the path ahead more closely.
He leaped down at last as he found the front gateway, a large twin columned slit in the cavern wall where the fluid drained down through an aquaduct, and lights of darker red and deep orange illuminated the below. He walked slowly, taking in the half-broken architecture. "Don't much like this."
He heard skittering below, eyes finding many legged creatures like centipedes. They were bigger, torsos of almost human-like shapes and top arms while they faces were more buglike yet tendrilly at the same time. They all were a sickly greyish green that looked even grosser in the deep orange of their torches. They were chanting, soft barely audible clicks in the back of their mandible filled mouths. It unsettled him, hidden on a stairwell long since shattered by time or neglect.
"Just what are these folks...?" He muttered, slowly sneaking down with shockingly gentle steps, assisted by the padded beans of his toes that he kept extra soft because Malli liked poking them. After a few minutes, he landed gracefully near an artificial waterfall of foul fluid dripped behind him, just at the edge where the pool stopped and stone began unsteadily again.
"Should I sneak ro-" Whatever idea he had been brewint was cut off by the crash and subsequent roar of a massive, mutated... Tree? He jumped away as it splashed the toxic smelling goo, looking at the writhing thing.
It was massive, easily thirty or more meters long of bleached brown bark shaped vaguely like a tree mimicking an eel with limbs. It was covered in sickening red boils, and it seemed to actively spew more of the gunk from its maw. There was a buzzing of clicks behind him. "Damn, been spotted." He glanced about, seeing no exit as he gripped the blade upon his back. "Guess this means business." His eyes pulsed a deep impure gold.
With a burst of lycan speed, he darted under two of the wriggling bastards as they swept at him with their maligned glaives. His massive blade tore both apart like tissue paper befoee he slid aside while the beast's crashing limb buried two more. A burst of needle like pins erupted from four of the bastards, surging after a pause toward Blaidd as the creature snaked towards him violently.
"Catch!" He jumped backwards just as the needles would have struck his spine, blasting the toxic maw full of the piney attacks and sending it spiralling in agony. It swung and smashed around, desperately trying to unwedge to thick needles from its throat as Blaidd barked. The creature started smashing towards him, led like a moth as he dove and dipped between swipes and stabs, the beast a willing ram against the buggy foes.
When it got the entrance of a seemingly templey place, Blaidd whistled while the beast plucked the last needle free using the glaive of a smashed bugman. "Oi! Ya big bitch!"
It roared, lunging with its entire weight at the wolfman as he slammed his sword down, point first, launching himself up as the creature's jaw, sideways to catch him, landed right along the edge. It tore a good seven meters into it before it finally stopped writhing, steadily falling over and seeming to bubble away into oozing red goo. It would have been great, except...
"It melted my sword!!!"