"Lord Aisla, I need more help to uncover the secrets beneath this cave. Whether it may be an amateur or a semi-professional." Guile implores to recruit more of the talent required to this expedition. I then hire a bunch of mysterious guys to aid in the exploration of my friend to an old, forgotten cave in the middle of the newly-erected dungeon. I have no idea what I was getting myself into. That was a couple days ago. I didn't get a chance to interview them. Things will get clunky if something is going to be at fault. Of course, the iteration demanded of me is to enlist as much of the help Guiles needed. I do know not of their origins, birthrights, and of the threats that they might pose. Anyways, I then let them join in since quantity is of the topic and not bothering the details of being on the quality side. As I answered upon Guiles' request is: "No problem. I'll deal with it." a simple phrase to confer my confidence in and to not at all have a doubt on me.
As I, together with these misnomers (probably), start my to embark the journey, I then realize that the dungeon seemed to have been untouched for ages as per Guiles' warnings. I did forget to mention what lies beneath these perils when they are about to arrive at the rendezvous. The walls are covered in cobwebs and moss, and there is a distinct musty smell oozing in the air. And from the outside despite these uncanny signs, I decide to bravely venture further into the depths of this cave since in the first place, it has been conquered. We did it and yes, conquered this place.
"Damn it! I think we got lost. We have lost our way! Where is it again?" contemplating, as I am rattling out.
"This seems old, Sire. Are you of the certain that this path inside is already trodden?" inquires, the man concerns, as I feel his fear in his eyes and low tone voice, wherein maintains his composure.
"Yes. Yes. We have had slay monsters to prevail in the end but the casualties were on the dire side, though." responding, as I wave my hand like there is no danger to pose to.
"Okay. Since, you have said it. We will believe." as the man replies with sympathy to my call.
"... for now." as one of the discovery team doubts.
"Well, I hope so…" replying, though, through my mind.
The deeper we go as far as we get, the more peculiar things become - strange symbols were etched into the walls and weird creatures lurked in the shadows. However, they seem to observe us from afar. Not posing a threat thus we let ourselves to not bother each of our own business. For the best of both parties. We come now across to a section, it seems like this place had been sealed away from human eyes for several centuries. Inside, we encounter many horrifying monsters and creatures that no one had seen before. Much aggressive than what we have met the prior.
"Yes, we came into the wrong route. Damn it!" I realize, whereas I continue to speak to my thoughts.
We eventually have made our way through the labyrinth while someone is chasing us. I am conserving my energy so no further engagement that transpires. And we are also able to locate an old chest at its centre with the signs of Guiles' calligraphic design which contained an ancient artefact. The artefact seems to be infused with a powerful magic that causes us all to faint and to blind as soon as it is touched. For safety measures, Guiles have done a great job of backtracking a way out of this maze. I know of this magic. There is a hidden message in it. Where it suggests, saying: "Beneath the hells; you can neither see a brimming fire or an entity styled in horn on its forehead, dyed in a bloody red all over its body, sported with a disgusting mustache and beard. All of them are the polarizing representation of what you have had to perceive in order for you to believe." deems to be a cryptic code.
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"What!?!" my exact response, it is.
At last, after hours of exploring, we stumble across a large chamber with a huge ornate door carved with ancient runes at its core. The ancient rune seems to be what I am familiar with. It has been etched by a particular guy and by the semblance of it. I have come to realize the carvings are of Guiles' doings. Again, tricks that are made by Guiles himself. We fall down in an immediate and in an abrupt increment to a pit as one of the impertinent recruits touches on impulse. And then we come into contact with the rest of the group. Lord Geoff and Guiles with the rest of the crew, perhaps.
"How's the detour?" I recognize the voice without looking at the face of the person who is talking to me.
"Great!" in an interjecting mood, as I say it in a sarcastic way.
"I know you would love it. It is a surprise. Haha. I always knew you like adventures!" Guiles replies, where he does not get the same sentiment that I have.
Lord Geoff helps me to get back from my toes to my knees up until my feet whilst I am trying to rub off the dust on my face. I know the man is Lord Geoff. The warmth of his hand, his grip, and he is a lefty thus his strength of yanking motion (gentle and weak) is distinct. The man whom I formerly despised is helping me now. Gratefully. I then realize that there's no reason to keep hating such an individual. It is because if I insist on doing something that is futile then I am wasting my full potential (if not my full, then my fullest)(my prime, my zone) elsewhere. In lieu of instilling a mindset, why not?... move on and look for a better occurrence?
"I appreciate you bringing me up." thanking Lord Geoff, I imply upon him, as I tap him on both of his left shoulder and on his chest.
I veer my attention towards Guiles, then. As I follow by responding to his statement: "Well, I do enjoy what was happened but in fact that it scares the hell out of me. So, I would say; speaking of the ratio of excitement is half-pleasure and the other rest will be half-pain." upon calling him. All of them laugh at my comment while they are giving me applause.
"By the way, Lord Aisla. Thanks for the help you have promised. I really do need it." he says, as I am flattered by obtaining me a credit for such a meager favor.
He winks at me, as he presents me with his gratitude concurrently nodding his head. I beckon to bow my head as a sign of returning gesture and within it - there is a symbol of respect. To the small favor that was endowed to me by Lord Geoff. Just me getting back on my feet, upright, a while ago is a small token and a gesture of providing me to recollect my stance. Of course, I am a gentleman and so he is. Being of this style is not a title of its right but an attitude and a lifestyle. I grab his wrist in an outright way to perform and to deliver a forced handshake. Judging by the fact, he gets so startled. I get my face near to his ears, as I breathe in a whispering tone. I say: "Recuperating in my setting is the same as saving my life. Whether it may be from a small price or what prompts me to be revived. Just expect it. You got a hook on me."
"I understand, Lord Aisla. I understand." Lord Geoff stares at me in a stern manner, where he nods while we are regulating our eye-to-eye contact with each other.