The Depths of Smell

Being lost underground is kind of my thing I guess.  Being lost under a city while it literally rains shit down upon me? That was something new (and thankfully it hasn't been repeated ever, and hopefully WILL NEVER BE REPEATED WORLD!). Sliding around underground trying to avoid running into another tusked beasty from some freshly created new horrible place, feeling dirty and despite being in "water" not being able to be clean, worrying about where I'm going or moving towards. These were my reality.

I know what you're thinking, why didn't I cut my shackles? I tried! Well as much as I was willing to risk in the darkness, I couldn't get a satisfactory sword strike to break the chain, and I worried even if I did, the magic disabling ability would be more about the shackle on each wrist then the chain connecting them so all I would really do is increase some movement.  Which would have been nice, but it wasn't my primary problem, that being lost in the dark.

Obviously my sense of direction screwed me as I did not find the soldier I had been sent down there with.  In fact it felt like instead of going up, I was going down, not a good feeling. Even worse was when I stepped where I thought something would be and found nothing (damn hearing not catching on to the fact that the tunnel I was in dissappeared). Because I hadn't exactly been stepping lightly I fell down into the darkness and sewer water.  I can't tell you how long it was, but it felt like way too long. Eventually I hit water hard (you would think water is soft, you'd be horribly wrong), I sank in the depths of the sewage and fought hard against my desire to scream so as to not take more into my body than I already accidentally had.  Thrashing to the service I found that I was now in some kind of current being drug deeper into the water of the sewer.

The water got faster, and I lost track of how many twists and turns I'd had splashed my way down.  Eventually I slammed hard against what felt like an island. I clutched on to it and made my way out of the slime.  There was actually light here and I could see around, I was in some sort of chamber, high above me was natural light provided by a crack or something (so it was at least day time). With my vision not cloaked in darkness I could see the tube I came from, and that the "island" I had found myself on was made of some kind of bones, probably the previous idiots who got lost in the muck I now found myself in.  In front of the island was a dimly lit cave, from inside I could hear a rumbly growl.

"Shit." I said to the darkness, clearly the only way out was through something a lot worse than where I'd been.  Which was a nice metaphor for my life.