(OOC: Yeah, I'm goanna re-edit my first few posts. Sorry, but it's kinda hard to keep up with the storyline.)
Right when Relt had disappeared, dragged by the mysterious wind, Calvarr found himself quickly getting back to conciousness. But how could this be? He had just been stabbed in the chest, and thought he was dancing with Death right when it happened. He got up, covering the wound in his chest, and dragged along to the entrance of the cave.
He heard shouts, screams, and explosions. They tortured his mind, and made the pain worse. Getting harder to breathe, he dragged deeper into it. Passing up a few rotted cadavers, a sound came. It seemed to be a shout of joy, but he couldn't tell what the words were. Since he felt a stream of curiosity flow through him, he picked up the pace and found the shadow of a Mudokon doing a dance. It was Sal!
"Sal!" Calvarr yelled out.
"Heya Cal!" Sal yelled out as he came running toward him.
"Look," Calvarr started, "we gotta get outta here. We're being ambushed and this place is infested with Paramites. I just got stabbed by my arch rival who must be working with these Sligs." Calvarr stopped quickly to catch his breath from talking too fast.
"Looks like you had fun!" Replied Sal. Calvarr gave a long, angry glare at him after he said that.
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