




Whispers in the Deep
You are so tired. You need to sleep. Just a short nap. Lie down. Lie down. Bram spun around. Now wide awake, his gaze was trying in vain to pierce the pitchblack darkness which filled the mineshaft ahead. Nothing stirred in front of him, as his heartbeat drummed up a storm. "Is somebody there?", did he finally inquire, quietly, as not to awaken something inside the tunnel. Again, no response but a dark maw starring at him. The dwarf tried to calm his nerves. He was tired, did not have his wits about him. No reason to panic. You "Who said that?!", shouted Bram. The voice sounded so near. Sweat formed on his forehead. "Said what?" Skagi had appeared behind him, with Agvald approaching as well. Both prospectors looked curiously at their colleague. "That wasn't you? Tell me that was you!" "What in Durin's name are you even talking about?" "Those whispers! That... voice." Agvald and "Are you alright? You don't look too good." "I'm fine, I'm fine. I mean... I'm a little tired, but... what I heard..." "Maybe you should lie down. Just a short nap." "Wha... what did you just say?" They mock you behind your back. No one can be trusted. They are planning and scheming. "A nap might do you good is all I'm saying." Your friends are weak. They will give in to the voices. They will kill you. "Stay away from me!" screamed Bram as he ran back to Kazordoon as if the elder gods themselves were after him, leaving behind two very befuddled dwarves. |