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Phyxolvidar and the Light [Light Dungeon Solo run]

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When Phyx finally woke from his tumble down the rapid hole he blinked his eyes open for just a moment then hissed and rolled over to hide his face, yanking his goggles down quickly to protect his eyes. It was bloody bright here. What sort of place was so goddamn-oh no. Oh no, no, he was in the upper world somewhere. The drow dry heaved at the thought and sat back onto his knees to look around him. His eyes still hurt from the light of before but at least with his darkened goggles he could see more than just blindingly white light. The man whined and flopped over when he realized he was indeed on the surface. This was disgusting, who put him here? Was this some sort of sick joke-admittedly it was hilarious if it was but STILL. This was disgraceful all he’d stolen was-gods above was it still there?! Phyxolvidar patted himself quickly and let out a heavily relieved sigh as he sprawled on the too warm surface ground. His package was still there which meant he hadn’t been caught by the Hunt but then again he wasn’t sure who’d grabbed him if it wasn’t by someone after his booty. Heh. Booty.

After a very long time the white haired man rolled to his feet and huffed, already tired of the place he was at and the game whoever transported him was playing. But he was a court drow and he knew the ways of things. Phyx dipped into a graceful bow and repeated the motion on all sides before holding his arms up and calling out to whoever it was that had decided to make him a pawn in their game, “Vendui'! Dos belbau mzilst ssin'urn z’hind! Lil waela lueth waerla ragar brorna lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn. Jhal a’dos quarth!"

One last bow and Phyx looked around before picking a random direction and walking that way. If he was right and his mysterious game master was watching then he’d put himself on good terms. If not…well a little bit of showmanship never hurt anyone. The drow was grinning to himself when the water became visible to him and he slowed some as he got closer. There were plants of some kind ahead, really big ones. He poked at the one nearest the shoreline with his foot then leaned to sniff the water when it didn’t attack. Strange thing this. After staring the plant thing down for a while Phyx gave into temptation and just jumped on the thing and squealed happily when it held his weight. He traveled the rest of the distance across the water by springing from plant to plant, doing flips here and there as he laughed and tumbled. He could try to reason and say that he was simply being entertaining for his anonymous benefactor but he was honestly just screwing around-right up until he flipped onto the Lilly pad with some kind of mutant dragonfly-rabbit-thing. And he’d thought some of the creatures in the under dark were creepy. Phyx rolled to his feet as the thing darted towards him and swung his poor abused bow up as he did, firing straight through the thing. He poked at it with it’s foot after it crumpled in a heap. Satisfied the thing was dead he looked over it more closely. It was…strange. That was the best he could say about it. The drow shook his head and continued past, hopping along the plant life, his manner much more subdued. Another of the flying beasts attacked him but he’d spotted it first and it too fell as an arrow was shot through it’s chest.

He was growing wary of this place with all it’s disturbing creatures. Phyx crept along mor cautiously after that, even when he returned to firm earth. Another one more of the flying creatures flew at him-and another was culled by his bow. The land was clearly as dangerous as the water so Phyx returned to the plants, squinting as he saw something in the distance. “Uss, draa, llar, uss draa, llar~” he sang to himself as he resumed flipping. Whatever he was creeping up upon didn’t seem to mind the chanting, and by the time Phyx realized it wasn’t friendly-or even one of the creatures he’d already encountered, the drow had already set an arrow and shot the beast. It was…some kind of small dragon? Where the hell was he that there were violet DRAGONS about without handlers?! The beast seemed shaken by the attack and moved to charge him but missed, still wobbly from the arrow imbedded in its leathery skin. Phyx wouldn’t call himself a merciful man but he did twist about and put the poor thing out of its misery rather than let it flop about wounded like that.

After reclaiming his arrow the drow wiped the thing on the dragonling and continued through the area he’d found himself in. Another of the lighted beasts attacked him but he rolled out of it’s way and stabbed one of his arrows through it’s throat before spotting another patch of land not far to his left. Phyx practically ran towards the land and was about to fling himself onto the ground with joy when another of the dragonlings popped out from behind the lone tree on the tiny isle of land. Phyx whined as he rolled to dodge the things charge and shot an arrow into it as he did, sighing heavily as the thing whined and dropped. It tried to shoot some manner of magic at him but the drow kept tumbling and loosed one more arrow into the things skull before it finally stopped moving. When he stopped his tumbles he found himself in a field of flowers where her flopped and wheezed. This place…was some kind of cutely creature hell. What god had he pissed off to get here-well. What god had he pissed off THAT badly be sent here. Goggled eyes peered over the flowers and looked for further dangers. When he didn’t see any Phyx set down his bow, wiggled out of his boots and started to roll in the flowers hoping that the scent of them would keep more of the creatures of this land from attacking him. He very much supposed that they just didn’t like the smell of the deep earth and he knew he ‘reeked’ of the under dark. Then again if you asked him it was the upper landers that smelled foul, not him, but since there was no one sentient enough to argue that point with he let it be. It was in his rollings that he disturbed something. It buzzed angrily, rising out of the flowers. Another one of those winged monstrosities. Phyx dove out of the way of it’s first attack and snatched at his bow, shooting upwards just in time to cut through the things throat. Blood splattered his face and the creature dropped on him at which point the drow started screaming and flailing to get the nasty thing off him. His screams attracted another of the beasts which was shot before it could even reach the water’s edge. When no more of the creatures followed Phyx dropped his bow and practically dove into the water to try and cleanse himself, all the while screaming obscenities in a mixture of drow and common that would sear anyone’s ears were they close enough to listen. If whoever had brought him here thought this was funny well it wasn’t, and the drow was becoming less and less amused by the goings on. Angrily he trudged back to his things, shoved both feet into his boots, picked up his bow and stomped back onto the lily pads.

Another of the dragonlings appeared in the distance and Phyx started to run towards it. The thing turned just before an arrow slammed hard into its throat but it was still alive, throwing magic this way and that. Unfortunately for the thing, Phyx was well versed in its ways by now and rolled out of the way, tumbling to his feet and launching another arrow straight into the beasts eye. It went down with a sickening thump and the drow retrieved his arrows with a haughty sniff before continuing on. He was very, very tired of this game and just wanted to end it. Perhaps if he could kill the last of the beasts here whoever he was performing for would grow bored and look to another victim to torment. That thought in mind Phyx ran across the overlarge greenery, shooting each beast as he came upon it and only slowing long enough to yank his unbroken arrows from their corpses. Land loomed ahead of him once again and he ran faster, almost sprinting to the end of his maze and he was completely not shocked when yet another of the tiny dragon beasts rose up to block his path. The first arrow that left him was done while he was still running, and the second came after he’d tumbled into a slide to avoid the creature’s blast. He shot straight up as he slid into it, through its throat and out the other side and thankfully this time he’d had the forethought NOT to be under the creature as it died-instead his momentum slammed him into it’s legs and sent it careening off into the water.  The drow looked around as he stepped back to shore. Nothing attacked him, nothing ran towards him. He shouldered his bow and continued on in this new place, hopeful that he had at least passed his first test.

 “Aluve’.” 

IF you're wondering he hasn't made it to town yet. 
He's so confused, even the flowers here attack he's calling some bs. 

Word Count: 1607
Bosses: 6 sta.sh/0v43s891aq7

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