by SALSAlys » Mon Mar 08, 2004 1:24 pm
If Tokugawa was going to the voice, he would have to go past the door with the frost drake's corpse, and then go past a large room which had arches to the left and right, with another immense door directly across from him.
Pete Gibbons also went with the warlord, his gun at ready. Others may have followed as they chose.
However, the threat just made the Bone Witch laugh, red hood splaying out from her as she leveled a skeletal finger at the newcomers. Pete Gibbons stiffened, blood starting to stain the front of his shirt, then collapsed, falling forward.
Tokugawa then found himself unable to move, as though his bones were locked in place.
"Oh, pretty pretty flesh creatures, your bones are mine, are mine, are always and ever mine..." the Witch sang, chuckling darkly as her bones rattled gleefully. Whatever sanity she had before seemed gone.
"How can one strike their own flesh, their own marrow, their own bonny bonny beautiful bones....?"
This seemed an empty question to Tokugawa though; he couldn't even move his jaws to form an answer.
"Maybe you will be the ones to take the ascendancy," she cackled.