Snippet #1382582

Sand.... so coarse and strong. Glass.... strong, yet brittle. How strange, do you not think? That something coarse could ever become beautiful?

Siintahl's eyes slowly opened to find that he was laying on a small bed of broken glass. Underneath that glass, he could hear the remainder of sand scratch against the glass and itself. Mote of flame soon began to dance around his wrists, ankles, waist, and brow, signifying that he was once more awake and active. Sitting up slowly, he surveyed his surroundings with a cold glare, and found that he was imprisoned yet again. Sighing heavily, he stood up and began to dust himself off. The raining sand and broken glass shown in the light of his motes of flame, which cast a ray to brighten the hold. Stone, his mind whispered, Iron, sand, and flesh.

Flesh? Looking down, he could see a blond female elf, which laid on its side, sound asleep. This will become most annoying, he thought quietly. Noises from outside his hold made his head turn, and, upon reaching the portal to the outside, he could see a few silhouettes in the gloom of their torches. This will tire me, but I must free myself. Planting his feet squarely apart, he began to chant in a soft, but ancient, language. The motes around his brow and wrists dimmed considerably, and began to form small creatures about his chest and back. The small creatures began to take form, becoming a swarm of tiny spiders, no bigger than a human thumb. Their color became like blood, and, as he pointed at the portal, then to the silhouettes, the tiny spiders crawled down his form, and raced to the portal and creatures, anxious to do his bidding.

"This will tire me even more," Siintahl whispered, already leaning against the wall as sweat beaded against his brow. The motes around his waist began to dim, then vanished, but the ones around his ankles flared to life. He could already see that the metal on the portal had begun to glow a faint red, but felt that his spiders were taking to long. Pointing at the silhouettes, he ordered them to attack, and soon heard them crying out, as their clothing and flesh caught on fire. Roaring softly, he slammed his foot into the portal, and watched as the metal became warped, twisted, and half melted. Exhaustion took its tole, and he finally collapsed onto the ground. As his tired mind slowly closed his eyes and rested his body, he could hear the gargling of the creatures, as the spiders had rammed themselves down each of their throats. How soon... do you think...reinforcements...