Re: Dedication (Nina / BlueSlime)
"Well, your sword had something to do with allowing that to happen, so don't give me all the glory so easily." Iliana was quick to remind Nina that she too had done something for the lethal shot to be effective, giving her a poke to the cheek.
Walking over the stony body, they saw that there were multiple pathways that formed a literal crisscross of corridors beyond, all looking pretty much like each other. Another ogre could be seen somewhere along the network of pathways, on patrol mode just like it's now-dead kin had been a few moments ago. Since the tunnels were many and the ogre had limited detection skills, they would likely be able to get past it without an encounter if they timed and selected their movement through the corridors correctly. This is exactly what they did, traversing through the opposite end and onto the other side, never alerting the ogre and letting it keep up with the circling patrol.
Having passed that spot, the group headed downwards shortly afterwards as the path began to decline towards the depths once more. Soon, the atmosphere began to darken and go more chill, with light becoming a little less plentiful and creating shadows all over. Even worse, the open graves were now gone, replaced with wall upon wall of memorial plaques and gravestones on the ground. There were also bones, most of which weren't human, but seemed to belong to different larger kinds of humanoids with differing physiologies. There were still alcoves on the surrounding structures, which could be used for hiding.
Once more, there was an forking path ahead of them, and a guard as well. This time, the creature they saw coming from some distance away was not something a sane person wanted to see, far ahead of an ogre in intimidation level. A sickly-looking lizardman of sorts, with pale purple skin and scales. From the look of it's condition, the creature had never seen the outside world. Despite it's almost bone-level skinniness, there were muscles on it's form. It wore a skull on it's head, a scratched and partially cracked one that probably had belonged to one of it's kin in the past. In both hands, it carried large bones that had been broken and chipped into jagged and pointy shapes to make pick-like weapons, the other still had some flesh and blood left on it. The size of these suggested that they too were most likely from another similar creature. Signs of old wounds were all over it as well. If the hunched thing could stand straight, it would probably be around six feet in height, but the bad posture reduced it's size somewhat.
As the skull turned towards them, the creature let out a terrible, absurdly high-pitched shriek that was only made harsher by the ages-old walls. A green light lit up on the creature's eyes, giving it a rather spooky look as it turned towards the group and started to close the distance between them with alarmingly fast steps, the sharpened bones clattering against the floor and sending other bones tumbling to the sides.
