The Vault, Somewhere, Sunday Morning

[not_a_whiner]

The vault door stood large and broad in the hallway - so large and broad that it was as if the corridor itself had had to grow several sizes to accommodate it. It was a dark red, and its surface was almost completely smooth but for the slots where three keys would fit.

It exuded quiet menace.

[ hold on for the ocd up! ]

Comments

Re: A Change of Weather

[fh_dungeonfolk]

The raptor made an absolutely embarrassing yelping noise as it was pulled free from the flaming web. Ow ow ow ow. This was not its day.

Re: A Change of Weather

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Okay, the raptor wasn't going to die. But it was still a jerk, so Jessica - still holding onto the tail - tried to throw it back into the vault. She was aiming for some of the clockwork spiders.

Re: A Change of Weather

[fh_dungeonfolk]

Had you ever seen a raptor fly, Jessica? You know how they normally did? Poorly.

It went sprawling into a bunch of clockwork spiders, which either smooshed or flew off in turn, crashing against the walls.

It was very impressive.

Re: A Change of Weather

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"That has to be a record in the dino-toss," Jessica mused before heading off to pick another fight.