With a flash of light and a dimpling of reality, an average brown hair man looking appeared looking disoriented. Surrounding him was a passage that seem to be carved directly from living rock. Only some rough stone blocks lined the walls. Except for the drip of water in the distance the only sound was the man’s breathing in the oppressive silence. What the hell, he thought looking around at his surroundings and taking them in.

Walking forward he tried to remember how he’d had gotten here, but the most that he could come up with was that it might have to do with the agate that he’d been cleaning. Recently it had gotten a lot of press after sitting in a drawer for two years covered in debris. Still we hadn’t been able to explain its near microscopic detail. There was a flash and, looking around now I'm here.

Well might as well pick a direction, picking the way he was face seem to be the best option. Covering the floor were chunks of stone and clods of soil, carefully he moved forward pressed close to the wall. Scowling he tried two pull any info as to how he managed to get knocked out and dragged into a damn cave. Who has enough of a grudge to pull this sort of thing.  Be a grad student in one of the best colleges in the county had pissed off more than a few people as them was only a few slots every decade or so.

Up ahead a warm flickering light was cast on the damp wall. he crept further hearing sounded like speaking in a guttural language and the smack of flesh on flesh. Peeking around the corner were small squat green creatures. They had pointed ears, claws and a mouth full of pointy teeth. Snarling at each other, they were fighting   over a dead rat with their backs turned to me.

Shit! what are those things, some sort of mutant hillbilly? he thought feeling the grip of fear grip his heart as he watched as he realized something. “These little shits look like Goblins,” at the sound they whipped their heads back at his voice, Pupil dilating as they saw me did I say that out loud?

Panting and as he raced back down the passage his shoes slapping against the stone of the tunnel as he booked it back down the way he had come. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I can’t believe that I blurted that out.  The goblins had been quick to grab their weapons of crappy spears and knifes as they gave chase. More of them had joined the group chasing me, pouring out of side passages as he sped past. he kept tripping and slamming into the dim walls, the torches spaced widely apart.

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His clothes were badly stained at this point, hanging like rags off his body covered in dirt and grime. Coming out into a huge space the ceiling and floor extending out into infinite nothing except for a thin stone bridge spanning the gap. From the other side of the bridge, a group of armored figures marched forward bathed in torchlight. They surrounded a central person with gilded and jewel incrusted armor.

Waving franticly at the group, He ran over the men raising their shield in response and pointing their weapons yelling at him to halt. Hold up his hands up to show that he wasn’t armed “Please help me, these thing are chasing me. I don’t know where I am.” “What is the impedance we are wasting time.” An annoyed voice said from the middle of the group. “sire, it’s a peasant.” “a peasant, how did it get leave to enter the dungeon. Get rid of it” he said “Sire?” “I said get rid of it, trash like it isn’t worthy of being in a dungeon. Throw it off the bridge"

Looking at the group in shock he started to back up with his hands still raised as a few of the stared to advancing on me. From behind the sound of yelling and clanging as the goblins came out from the tunnel behind me.  As he turned to look one of the guards grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt easily lifting him off the ground and before he could even yell out he was falling.

He fell and fell, and kept falling seemingly endless, till he came to a sudden stop somehow still alive. Though in pain like the worse belly flop in history. His conscious flicked as he noticed the ground he was laying on wobble like a waterbed, causing me to gasp as his rubs throbbed in pain. A slight tingle spread over his hands and before turning to burning as he started to sink. Shit, shit, screaming internally a blue springing into being as he yelled and thrash his limbs sinking in.

Underneath he could see bones and bits of armor as his head was pulled under. He could feel in horror as his limbs broke apart. Even with his eyes and mouth shut, the thing was eating through his lips and eyelids. He prayed to any that would listen, screaming with no mouth or tongue.  Wakefulness began to slip from him as he reached for anything...ANYTHING…….

There, a spark of something glowing with a brilliant cyan. He reached out and grabbed it with everything he had a scream of color and noise and he felt himself get thrown back his last memory of bits of slime and items raining down.