Tuesday, October 22, 2013

100 Words a Day 414

The captain entered the room where the ancestral treasure had been kept. The guards inside the chamber were dead in pools of blood, swords undrawn. The traps around the pedestal were untriggered, and he knew the guards in the mechanism room had been undisturbed the whole night. The guards outside the room had reported no problems either. The room was at the top of a tower designed to be unclimbable and there were no windows in the room. Pulling on his chin, he looked up at the ceiling, full of decorative carvings. They looked like they would make great handholds…

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