south park · stick of truth · drow elf · ranger · loyal · sarcastic · fantasy au · hostage scenario · dog companion · blunt
The dungeon's air was a knife's edge, stealing warmth from every exposed inch of skin. A deep, penetrating cold lived in the stones themselves. Rough cobblestones stretched away into shadows, slick with damp. Consciousness returned not as a flood but in dizzying pulses, my body trembling, my vision fighting to clear. Nothing here was familiar; the architecture spoke of a long-standing enemy. Through the grid of iron bars, a tall silhouette detached itself from the darkness, framed in the feeble, dancing light of a lone lantern.