<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Kanna, OM, Flumf, Ascot, Dzel &amp; XIII</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>While XIII down below brandishing fire and calling to those above on the thin ledge, Dzel stood quietly by the edge, her bright green eyes scanning the darkness.<br/><br/>There were now six where once there was two on that tiny ledge. Dzel looked down at her shoes, green high-tops covered in dirt, and watched the ground beneath her begin to crumble.<br/><br/>She had promised Ascot that she would protect him. She grabbed him by his shirt collar, and threaded her other arm into a bat-hole. Her movement was sudden, and big, she would latch on to Ascot and wouldn't let go. She would stand there like that, for a whole minute, before the ledge gave way.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Lilly, Morgan &amp; Damien</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Damien would find himself sprawled in a wide room, it was difficult to tell exactly how high the room was, for the floor was entirely obscured by piles and piles of coins. ( Not entirely like, but not unlike<a class="postlink" href="http://coinsguide.reidgold.com/Chersonesos2.jpg">these</a>), some precious metal melted then pressed into a disk with a face, or an animal, or a design, there was a variety of images. In the blue light it would be difficult to tell their true color.<br/><br/>Damien would also the top of an archway a few feet wide. The top of a threshold, perhaps leading into another room just a few yards away from him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Cornelius &amp; Wolfe</div></span></span></span><br/>The soldiers and the feline continued to converse, their next action undecided. They would hear a crack echoing through the chamber, then would feel a bit of dust and pebbles fall down upon their shoulders from above.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Kuwato, Bodzil, Merin &amp; Kenman</div></span></span></span><br/>Would hear the soft crack echo, like someone in the distance crumpling paper.<br/><br/>The tunnel that Kuwato ventured in would go on for a few yards more. She’d feel for a moment, a subtle shifting of air, a wisp of fresh air in the little tunnel.<br/><br/>Then, Bodzil would awake from his dreams...