Dayel 21 03 06

After Dayel had fought his way through the goblins, he quickly searched their den for booty. Sadly, the weak creatures had obviously had little more luck before they met Dayel than afterwards, as other than a few gold coins there was nothing to show for his effort.

He proceeded carefully down the passageway, his torch held high above his head in an effort to pierce the gloom. A foul smell was emanating from the dark passage in front of him, and his hackles rose.

He shook his head, suspecting his eyes were deceiving him, as the light reflected slightly off the air 5 metres ahead. He looked closer, and with a feeling of horror, realised that the tunnel was blocked by a gelatinous cube! Even as he noticed small objects suspended in its horrific mass, it began to slide towards him, the silence of its motion all the more sickening.

He scrambled backwards, and quickly grabbed a flask of oil hanging from his pack. In one motion, he hurled it at the cube as it approached him, and followed it with his torch. The flask exploded and at the touch of the flame, the passageway was brightly lit and an inhuman wail erupted as the cube burned with a deep green flame...

Oh sorry, have we stopped talking about toy trains now?