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[Quintin Flynn]

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Hiding behind a large mushroom not too far from the large iron doors, Quintin breathed deep to calm himself. "Alright... I can do this. Even though it's called Doom, it can't be that bad. It's probably just to scare everyone way from all the treasure. Can't have some silly novice coming in and taking what's rightfully mine! Who do they think they are? ...Swine, stealing MY treasure?! Not while I'm alive!" Quintin had given himself the motivation he needed to do what he had been planning for weeks. On padded feet, he made his way to the doors and snuck inside.

Creeping past the few measly monsters guarding the entrance, Quintin was, again, taken by fear. As he stood over the hole that lead to his treasure, he began to doubt himself. Just don't be seen. Quintin thought to himself. As long as no one sees you, they can't hurt you, or kill you, or take you back to some lich's lab and perform gruesome tests on you where he takes out your innards and uses them as regeant bags! Quintin was panting heavily now and decided he couldn't do this. He crouched down by the edge on a pile of skulls and haphazardly tossed one into the hole.

I'll head back to The Den. I'll have a cool drink, share stories with Rhiannon, Lilith and Reva. Or, maybe chat with the man with the notebooks, he's there pretty frequently. Maybe I'll just get yelled at by the Matriarch...I wonder if she ever got my gift. Quintin sighed and chuckled to himself quietly. Alright, good plan. Doom was a silly idea from the start. In the back of his mind, Quintin knew he was being a coward, but he was too terrified to care right now.

As he stood from his crouch, the pile of skulls on which he sat tumbled and Quintin lost his footing. His foot slipped into the pit, taking Quintin with it. His quick reflexes same him. Quintin grabbed the edge of the pit, and held himself firmly. "Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no..." Quintin was hanging from the edge of the pit, but he had cought himself. "Okay....okay..." Not realizing he was talking aloud, a reaper, patrolling the entrance, had spotted him. While he pulled himself up, Quintin laughed at the monster. "Oh no, a tree is going to get me?" He laughed again. "Good luck reaching me ROOTED DOWN like that!" He laughed at his terrible pun and didn't hear the tree monster casting a spell. Quintin rubbed tears from his eyes and when he opened them, the reaper was right in front of him. A deep, gutteral laugh was the last thing Quintin heard before a branch shoved him into Doom.

Quintin landed with a heavy thud, and several items from his pockets went flying. Without thinking, he found a hiding spot and attempted, feebily, to gather his thoughts. This is bad. This is bad. Okay, calm down, Quint. You're okay, you're alive, you can get out of this. Don't try anything fancy, use that runebook and just leave. Barely able to see through the darkness, Quintin padded his pockets and felt through his bag. He couldn't find the runebook. It must have fallen out when I landed. Okay, get one of those black potions, get off this stone thing and find it. The stairs creaked with every step, but Quintin eventually got to the ground. From the light coming from the hole above, Quintin could see that imps and skeletons were starting to gather, having heard the scream and thud. Still blind, Quintin took a step forward and screamed. A large spike had pierced his foot and his scream had revealed his position. The imps, skeletons and zombies began hopping, rattling and shambling towards him. Ignoring the pain in his foot, Quintin ran from them. He didn't know where he was going, nor did it matter, as he still couldn't see a thing.

Quintin dove into a corner and pressed himself against the wall. He could hear the monsters approaching and knew he had to get them off his tail. He grabbed something from his bag and threw it as hard se he could away from him. The object landed with a shattering sound on the other side of the cavern. Quintin could hear the monsters walking away from him and he sighed in relief. What did I have that should shatter like that? Quintin groaned aloud when he realized what it must have been; his Night Sight potion. Carefully and slowly, he worked his way along the wall, feeling for any sort of doorway. After a few minutes, his hands grabbed an iron door handle. He swung open the door and jumped inside. Without thinking, Quintin let the door slam shut, and the sound rang through the chamber.

Keeping perfectly still, Quintin tried to listen for any sort of noise. He was reasonably sure this room was empty, but he had to be sure. Quintin took out the small candle he had in his bag. Scraping a stone against the wall, Quintin lit the candle and looked around the room. It was small room, but, luckily, it was empty, with only one door in or out. His luck was running out, however. After only a minute, Quintin could hear the sounds of monsters scraping against the door into his sanctuary.

Quintin sat down with his back against a wall and snuffed his candle. He had to save it in case he needed it later. Sitting alone in the darkness, Quintin was beginning to worry if this might be the end for him.

To be continued...
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When asked of the future...
The foolish man worries of impending tragedy.
The wise man accepts what he can not change.
The stubborn man attempts to dam the River of Life.
Quintin Flynn laughs and sneaks off with the foolish man's purse.