The Retreat : Holo-Dungeons and Dragons

Taline had joined the rest of the select few crewmembers "lucky" enough to go on a retreat from work for a while. Taline guessed this would be a teamwork exercise, having heard of situations of late.

Taline was one of the few men on the retreat gifted with two weapons. He held a spear in his hands, which he had mock-dueled Morriden with a few moments ago, and a crossbow hung at the belt of his studded ring mail suit.

*At least I don't have to wear a helmet.* Taline thought as he had already begun to suffer armor chafe.

Continuing practice with his weapons, Taline noticed something in the distance, over a nearby hill. A mass of smoke was rising. Not choppy puffs, but a steady flow of black fog floating up.

*Where there's smoke there's fire...* Taline thought anxiously and approached Captain Devore.

"Captain..." Taline quickly corrected himself, "...Mark, I think something's going on over that hill."

Taline pointed excitedly to the area in question, eagerly awaiting something exciting. Perhaps a powerful creature of Arthurian legend or maybe the proverbial "damsel in distress"

Lucas started trembling with anticipation, grip tightening on his polearm, lip quivering...whatever was about to happen was definitely awe-inspiring...