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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A blustery late morning by the Eastbank quarry - while it is getting close to time for noon mass, it is probably the least of things on anyone's mind as the entrances to a number of dig sites are crowded with appropriately grubby miners. Some of the poor beings are simply milling about off to the side, while others don gear and head off into the darkness, looking more determined than hopeful. |
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| + | Roll-calls are taken, a prayer or two is said, and names which are found missing go on another list for the rescue parties to seek out later. While the worst of the tremors have subsided, there is still the worry that more might come out of the blue, and everyone's whereabouts are taken down meticulously.<br> <br>Fenris saunters casually down the quarry path beside his lumbering Mole golem. "Here to help!" the liger says, patting the hard metal flank of his golem, "If there is anyone still down there, we can get them out." He gives his gear a quick check, adjusting the long, dark coat he wears. It is open a bit, revealing the ridiculous heart emblazoned on his chest and belly.<br> <br>It was a little earlier than she'd have preferred, but all the same Cassidy makes her way towards the quarry with Natska at her side. She was dressed up in her usual black longcoat and slacks, and stifling a yawn. She reaches up to adjust her red bowtie before glancing up at her companion. "Well. We did need something to stretch our muscles and perhaps test magic on, didn't we? This is as good as anything! Though I'm not sure why the earth is being all rumbly."<br> <br>Natska nod her head, quietly patting Cassidy's arm as she looks over the quarry site with a solemn expression. "Yes. I am sure there are people that need help, though." She raises a hand to wave at Fenris and begins moving towards the liger, keeping an eye out for someone in charge. "Where can we assist?"<br> <br>"It happens sometimes," someone in the crowd says, although one isn't quite sure who it came from. "The earth shaking up a bit - well, it's a risk with the job, aye?" | ||
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| + | Indeed, the miners seem fairly used to this - the additional help from the Freeswords is being quickly and efficiently put into action, small groups being assigned and sent out with the help of a small-clanned, bespectacled mole who appears to be in charge of the rescue operations and mop-up. | ||
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| + | "You, you and you," he says, jabbing a finger at Fenris, Natska and Cassidy in turn after sending the previous group off. "The surveyors from shaft thirty-four haven't been seen since the alarm was sounded, and our hands are full. Please go down and check on them, all right? Follow the signs and get them back here, if they're still alive, and if they're not...well, bring back their bodies for their families, okay? There're three of them, so that should be good for one of each of you."<br> <br>Fenris nods, suddenly all business. "Yes Sir," he says, "We will find them." He leads his golem over to join Natska and Cassidy, then heads off toward the mine, senses and earth magic on high alert.<br> <br>Cassidy tips her hat and nods. "It'll be done." She lets Fenris take the lead, folding her hands behind her back as she trots off behind the liger. "Think there's some big angry monster thrashing about under the ground or something? Or maybe it's just the ground itself! I'm no scholar when it comes to the planet, but it is very curious."<br> <br>Natska nods her head at the assignment, falling in behind Fenris. "I don't know, love," she says quietly. "These quarries are certainly plauged by their share of monsters, but it could be anything."<br> <br>The trip down into the mines is largely uneventful. True to their nature, the exploratory digs are carefully numbered, with crude but legible signs denoting the paths to each dig. Most of the caverns are naturally solid, but the miners have seen fit to shore a few up with stout beams. | ||
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| + | Still, as everyone progresses further down beneath the surface - and into the portions under the Silvervein Range dominated by mould and mushroom, there's nary little sign of any true damage. The fungi appear to be doing a good job of holding things together, having grown on most open surfaces and turning the air heavy with an earthy smell, and the place is largely undisturbed from the recent spate of tremors. | ||
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| + | It's not much longer that the group arrives at dig site 34, as denoted by the wooden board propped up by a large mushroom half the size of a being. Indeed, there's a hole in the ground and no sign of the dig team that is supposed to be here, but is there a pinprick of light barely visible at the bottom of the pit?<br> <br>"Hello?" Fenris calls, "Are you there? Are you alright?" The liger can't believe that there could be such a selective cave in down here where everything else seems untouched. He looks at Natska and Cassidy with a shrug. "What do you think?" he asks as he kneels at the edge of the pit sending out a tremor of earth magic to try to scope the depth of the pit.<br> <br>Cassidy leans forward to peer into the pit, frowning. "I'm not sure! It's worth a look, at least. Would you like me to go down first? I'm small and light, and I fly, too! I'm also quiet. If there's trouble down there, I can scout it or flee fast enough. And if it's clear, I'll signal you down?"<br> <br>"It doesn't look too deep," Natska says, agreeing with a small nod. "Be careful, Cass. I will be at your side in a moment if you need me." The jaguar crouches at the side of the pit, then reaches into an inside pocket of her jacket, fishing out a large, glowing, marble sized gem and coaxing its light a little brighter.<br> <br>The climb down isn't too difficult for Natska, considering the hand and footholds cut into the side of the pit. Unpleasantly damp to the touch, perhaps, but still sturdy and well-able to bear her weight. The jaguar's light reveals small exposed veins of ore on the way down, but it's not until she reaches the bottom that the source of the light they saw earlier is revealed: a crack in the side of the pit that must have opened due to the recent tremors, glowing with a faint, greenish light and about just the right size for a being to squeeze through, albeit with some difficulty. Someone's tried to hastily expand the crack by chipping away at the edges, and the tools involved in that effort lie propped up against the damp pit wall. Whoever left these here clearly intended to come back for them. | ||
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| + | Strange, though...sound here appears to be slightly muted, the air having gained a cottony aspect to it, heavier somehow.<br> <br>Fenris makes his way carefully down into the pit, smiling at Cassidy's offer. "I should be alright," he says as he reaches the bottom and examines the crevice. "I think I could widen this a little more," he says, running a hand along the crack, "But it looks like I will have to leave Holy Mole behind here. There is no way he will make it down the ladder." The liger puts his hand to the rock wall and goes into the fugue state necessary for mathemagic and tries to widen the gap just a little to ease entry. "Our lost team must be up ahead," he says.<br> <br>Cassidy starts to make her way into the pit before Fenris gets ahead of her, brow raising. "If you insist!" She shrugs and follows down after him, taking second. As soon as she reaches the bottom, she turns and moves off again, towards the light. | ||
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Log
A blustery late morning by the Eastbank quarry - while it is getting close to time for noon mass, it is probably the least of things on anyone's mind as the entrances to a number of dig sites are crowded with appropriately grubby miners. Some of the poor beings are simply milling about off to the side, while others don gear and head off into the darkness, looking more determined than hopeful.
Roll-calls are taken, a prayer or two is said, and names which are found missing go on another list for the rescue parties to seek out later. While the worst of the tremors have subsided, there is still the worry that more might come out of the blue, and everyone's whereabouts are taken down meticulously.
Fenris saunters casually down the quarry path beside his lumbering Mole golem. "Here to help!" the liger says, patting the hard metal flank of his golem, "If there is anyone still down there, we can get them out." He gives his gear a quick check, adjusting the long, dark coat he wears. It is open a bit, revealing the ridiculous heart emblazoned on his chest and belly.
It was a little earlier than she'd have preferred, but all the same Cassidy makes her way towards the quarry with Natska at her side. She was dressed up in her usual black longcoat and slacks, and stifling a yawn. She reaches up to adjust her red bowtie before glancing up at her companion. "Well. We did need something to stretch our muscles and perhaps test magic on, didn't we? This is as good as anything! Though I'm not sure why the earth is being all rumbly."
Natska nod her head, quietly patting Cassidy's arm as she looks over the quarry site with a solemn expression. "Yes. I am sure there are people that need help, though." She raises a hand to wave at Fenris and begins moving towards the liger, keeping an eye out for someone in charge. "Where can we assist?"
"It happens sometimes," someone in the crowd says, although one isn't quite sure who it came from. "The earth shaking up a bit - well, it's a risk with the job, aye?"
Indeed, the miners seem fairly used to this - the additional help from the Freeswords is being quickly and efficiently put into action, small groups being assigned and sent out with the help of a small-clanned, bespectacled mole who appears to be in charge of the rescue operations and mop-up.
"You, you and you," he says, jabbing a finger at Fenris, Natska and Cassidy in turn after sending the previous group off. "The surveyors from shaft thirty-four haven't been seen since the alarm was sounded, and our hands are full. Please go down and check on them, all right? Follow the signs and get them back here, if they're still alive, and if they're not...well, bring back their bodies for their families, okay? There're three of them, so that should be good for one of each of you."
Fenris nods, suddenly all business. "Yes Sir," he says, "We will find them." He leads his golem over to join Natska and Cassidy, then heads off toward the mine, senses and earth magic on high alert.
Cassidy tips her hat and nods. "It'll be done." She lets Fenris take the lead, folding her hands behind her back as she trots off behind the liger. "Think there's some big angry monster thrashing about under the ground or something? Or maybe it's just the ground itself! I'm no scholar when it comes to the planet, but it is very curious."
Natska nods her head at the assignment, falling in behind Fenris. "I don't know, love," she says quietly. "These quarries are certainly plauged by their share of monsters, but it could be anything."
The trip down into the mines is largely uneventful. True to their nature, the exploratory digs are carefully numbered, with crude but legible signs denoting the paths to each dig. Most of the caverns are naturally solid, but the miners have seen fit to shore a few up with stout beams.
Still, as everyone progresses further down beneath the surface - and into the portions under the Silvervein Range dominated by mould and mushroom, there's nary little sign of any true damage. The fungi appear to be doing a good job of holding things together, having grown on most open surfaces and turning the air heavy with an earthy smell, and the place is largely undisturbed from the recent spate of tremors.
It's not much longer that the group arrives at dig site 34, as denoted by the wooden board propped up by a large mushroom half the size of a being. Indeed, there's a hole in the ground and no sign of the dig team that is supposed to be here, but is there a pinprick of light barely visible at the bottom of the pit?
"Hello?" Fenris calls, "Are you there? Are you alright?" The liger can't believe that there could be such a selective cave in down here where everything else seems untouched. He looks at Natska and Cassidy with a shrug. "What do you think?" he asks as he kneels at the edge of the pit sending out a tremor of earth magic to try to scope the depth of the pit.
Cassidy leans forward to peer into the pit, frowning. "I'm not sure! It's worth a look, at least. Would you like me to go down first? I'm small and light, and I fly, too! I'm also quiet. If there's trouble down there, I can scout it or flee fast enough. And if it's clear, I'll signal you down?"
"It doesn't look too deep," Natska says, agreeing with a small nod. "Be careful, Cass. I will be at your side in a moment if you need me." The jaguar crouches at the side of the pit, then reaches into an inside pocket of her jacket, fishing out a large, glowing, marble sized gem and coaxing its light a little brighter.
The climb down isn't too difficult for Natska, considering the hand and footholds cut into the side of the pit. Unpleasantly damp to the touch, perhaps, but still sturdy and well-able to bear her weight. The jaguar's light reveals small exposed veins of ore on the way down, but it's not until she reaches the bottom that the source of the light they saw earlier is revealed: a crack in the side of the pit that must have opened due to the recent tremors, glowing with a faint, greenish light and about just the right size for a being to squeeze through, albeit with some difficulty. Someone's tried to hastily expand the crack by chipping away at the edges, and the tools involved in that effort lie propped up against the damp pit wall. Whoever left these here clearly intended to come back for them.
Strange, though...sound here appears to be slightly muted, the air having gained a cottony aspect to it, heavier somehow.
Fenris makes his way carefully down into the pit, smiling at Cassidy's offer. "I should be alright," he says as he reaches the bottom and examines the crevice. "I think I could widen this a little more," he says, running a hand along the crack, "But it looks like I will have to leave Holy Mole behind here. There is no way he will make it down the ladder." The liger puts his hand to the rock wall and goes into the fugue state necessary for mathemagic and tries to widen the gap just a little to ease entry. "Our lost team must be up ahead," he says.
Cassidy starts to make her way into the pit before Fenris gets ahead of her, brow raising. "If you insist!" She shrugs and follows down after him, taking second. As soon as she reaches the bottom, she turns and moves off again, towards the light.
