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The twang of a crossbow shattered the stillness, the unmistakable thud of pulverised flesh pierced the unillumination. The hidden man had shown himself to be a cunning hunter indeed, luring his stalker to the deep darkness and firing to the shadows in the interest of his own safety, without regard for the man he had taken upon himself to wound or to kill. Neither Hunter nor Stalker had the sense to respect the peaceful dark of the Crypt, to leave the velvet shadows undisturbed; their presence instead rolling through the winding, endless corridors where all manner of savage devils lay with the promise of eternal sleep. Rue to those wicked souls within the embrace of the Broken Crypt, for their harrowed lives were once more in danger, but perhaps not from each other. 

Something awoke in the deep. Something disturbed from slumber by a faint hunger impossible for the sane to understand. The lightless depths burst to life with the low rumble of the moving of a stone, the grinding of restraints. If there were any poor souls able to observe in that abyss, then maybe they would have caught a glimpse of something sauntering through the halls, inhuman eyes scintillating behind a thick fog of age old dust, disturbed once more by motion within a place so long devoid of it. 

[i]Click clack[/i] went legs in the dark. [i]Tapping and tapping.[/i] A gibbering resonated through the halls, lamentations of some deformed mouth speaking some ancient and incomprehensible tongue like a prematurely woken mute whose mind was fixated on torment. Ghostly whispers ascended from the deep; a cold followed in the wake of their malice — a cold so bitterly frigid that even the coldest nights of the Land Betwixt above would shy from their severity. 

Those sounds were more than shrieks from the dark, they were songs from Hell itself. 

[i]Tip.[/i]

[i]Tap.[/i] 

Something wandering on foul, demonic legs crept towards the thin light of above that seeped down the shaded stairwell.  

[i]And it could see so clearly the Hunting man pressed between a cracked corridor, with flesh oh so fresh, and a heart beating oh so fast.[/i]

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