"If memory serves, there was even weeping, and wailing for a mother figure," Sherral says.
He waits for Eric to get through, and then follows - and while Sherral may be broad-shouldered, he's not as broad as Eric, nor is he full-grown, so he slips through without too much difficulty.
As soon as he hits the ground, the smell makes him freeze up. Not because it's bad (although it certainly is), but because he's smelled this stench before. It is the stench of the dead in their many hundreds.
He smelled it last at Nabudis, when the Midlight Shard's power tore through the city, striking down every man, woman and child and then raising them once more.
When he looks out over this new room, he realises that it is not, in truth, a room: Above them lies the stormy sky, and on either side ruined, hollowed out buildings, forming a corridor. In the far distance, Sherral can see a door, sitting in the centre of the road.
(Faram, it even looks like Nabudis.)
"Let us be hasty," he says, taking a step forward, "I like this place e'en less than the accursed puppet show."
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Date: 2014-01-05 06:27 pm (UTC)He waits for Eric to get through, and then follows - and while Sherral may be broad-shouldered, he's not as broad as Eric, nor is he full-grown, so he slips through without too much difficulty.
As soon as he hits the ground, the smell makes him freeze up. Not because it's bad (although it certainly is), but because he's smelled this stench before. It is the stench of the dead in their many hundreds.
He smelled it last at Nabudis, when the Midlight Shard's power tore through the city, striking down every man, woman and child and then raising them once more.
When he looks out over this new room, he realises that it is not, in truth, a room: Above them lies the stormy sky, and on either side ruined, hollowed out buildings, forming a corridor. In the far distance, Sherral can see a door, sitting in the centre of the road.
(Faram, it even looks like Nabudis.)
"Let us be hasty," he says, taking a step forward, "I like this place e'en less than the accursed puppet show."
Punch and Judy is creepy, man.