The Haunted Forest RPG

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There's no reply. Ezria fumbles around in the darkness searching for the wall. Eventually his wandering hands find it and he guides himself down the stairs, grabbing onto the back of Zahir's shirt and pushing him forwards slightly.
"Just go." He whispers.
The air is heavy and damp. He tries to ignore the sense of dread rising up in his chest, his heart quickening with every step.
 
Zahir sighs and decends the stairs. It was pleasantly cramped and dark. The earthy smell, perhaps a cellar, reminded him of his own den. He walked with his fingertips lightly raking the wall to guide his way.
 
Ezria takes another step down and falls forward slightly. They must've reached the bottom. He steadies his breathing and coughs into his hand, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. His eyes search desperately for light, his ears pricked. Something about this doesn't seem right.

There's a creaking sound coming from the back of the room. Ezria reaches out and grabs Zahirs arm. "This don'-."
Suddenly an explosion of light fills the room, cutting him off before he can warn Zahir. He's thrown back, hitting his head hard against the wall and falling instantly unconscious.
 
Zahir is flung back like a rag doll. He transforms into a snake, coiling to protect himself, and flaring his hood, hissing menacingly to hide the fact that he is stunned from the sudden impact. The sudden brightness from the explosion has left him somewhat blinded, and the smell of powder is overwhelming.
 
The room quickly returns to darkness, the smell of burning hair lingering in the air.
A tall figure cuts through the blackness like a knife through butter, moving silently towards Ezria. A cold, pale hand reaches out to touch his neck. "He's still alive." The voice whispers. "Check the other one."
 
Zahir, stunned but not out, hisses and jerks towards any nearby vibrations, feeling movement with his body. He rears up to strike if nessesary, not wanting to expose himself unless he has to. If they have a reaching pole to catch him up, they would be able to pin his neck to the ground without his sensing the metal arm until it was too late. He tries to jerk around, weaving back and forth at the whispers. If he could manage to bite one, it'd be enough venom in one bite to drop an elephant.
 

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