KILGHARAH THE VERY LOST

I’m in a cave.

Or a temple. Not sure which yet.

Not sure how the fuck I got here either.

All I remember is being pulled down that dark hole, and then after what could have either been ten seconds or five hours of falling, blinking and finding myself here in this weird cave-temple place.

Naturally, the first thing I do as soon as I get my bearings, is spew fire everywhere. And when I say everywhere, you bet your ass I mean everywhere.

The floor, the walls, the ceiling, I don’t give a fuck, I just breath fire on everything and let it burn for like half a minute before putting it out.

Extreme, you say? Well, I say you can come feed me that shit after you’ve been eaten by an evil river grandma. Not before.

Fortunately, I don’t hear any shrieking, or smell anything burning, so that means that I have neither been swallowed by an animal, nor did I have anything waiting to gank me as soon as I showed up.

Then again, there’s also the possibility that the reason why nothing is dying right now, is not actually because there’s nothing here, but because whatever is here is immune to my fire.

... Okay, that thought is scary as fuck, so I’ma just go with there being nothing here... while also being ready to spit fire at anything that so much as farts. Yeah, that’s a good plan. I like that plan.

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Now, where the fuck am I?

Unfortunately, a second look around doesn’t tell me anything I hadn’t already figured out; it’s some sort of weird cave-temple place.

Rough walls and ceiling with that natural, cave-y look to them; fifteen, maybe twenty feet high and wide, but very long, like a tunnel; and, last, but not least, two giant statues of kneeling angels set before the wall behind me.

Honestly, the only thing I notice now that’s different from before, is that everything around me shows clear signs of having been put under extreme heat very recently, and well, we know who’s to blame for that one.

“Help me, please.” I hear coming from farther down the tunnel.

It’s the same voice. I think.

It had been so low before when I was hearing it from the hole, but it’s much clearer now. I can even tell that it sounds male.

“Please, help me,” the person, whoever he is, says again, and as I try to peer down the hallway, I realise that there’s a very faint light coming from it.

That must be what I’ve been seeing with, I realize, seeing as there’s no other light source anywhere. I hadn’t noticed before now, because my night vision is apparently so good that it can use such a faint light to make my surroundings appear fully visible to me.

Ironic how the very thing that makes me able to use such little light effectively, also made it easy for me to miss said light.

“Help me, please.”

Oh, right. That’s still a thing.

‘Uh. Hello? Can you hear me?’ I call out, then roar for good measure, in case our Dude-in-Distress happens to not be telepathic.

Everything’s quiet for some seconds, then the call comes again. “Please, help me.”

Yep, just like it was back at the hole. A voice pleading endlessly for help, but failing to answer when I call.

To be honest, it doesn’t exactly motivate me to want to go rushing in to help.

Unfortunately though, the only path left for me now is forward. Literally, considering there’s a solid wall behind me.

So, with a sigh, and cautious steps, I begin to make my way forward.

“Help me, please,” the voice says again.

‘Oh, shut up already. I’m coming.’