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Archived: Deep Treachery
Posted by: Sulaya on Friday, November 07, 2003 - 01:59 AM
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A scream rang out through the mines, a
gargling ululation so piercing that anyone
within a mile of it had to cover their ears
and blink away a wicked cascade of tears.
The first death, however brutal, had been
quick and in that way merciful. Not so of
the second, in either respect: not quick,
not merciful.
The miners began to run as terror
gripped them, stampeding past their
wardens and toward the sunlight of the Glas
Mines entranceway. Some were
slaughtered by surprised guards in the heat
of the moment, others trampled under foot
leaving the tunnels full of the masacre of
sliced limbs ,gaping wounds and flattened
skulls.
Rindel Isinghar had paused as he heard
the ruckus, his slow but sure pace halted.
His stern features forming an irregular look of
surprise. As a few of the prisoners fled past
him, he stood stoicly taking stock of the
situation.
Deep within the depths of the shafts,
submerged under the Rollendes, a solitary
man sat, cringed behind a boulder. His eyes
glassed over from the shock of what he had
witnessed. His mouth gaped open, in the
form of surprise, as if the last word he
intended to speak had made it's way to his
lips and stuck there in the thick saliva that
now dripped from the corners of his mouth.
The last thought on his dive into insanity left
etched on his face; a portent for the world.
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Archived: Growing Storms
Posted by: Sulaya on Monday, October 20, 2003 - 02:50 AM
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A storm is brewing near the Bally shores. Tidal waves have been spotted a few miles offshore. The ports of Cathairane are unusually calm, yet within the port towns of Illiunov, Murre Nab and Kintyrese business goes as usual. The clinking of coins can be heard above the roar of the crowds in the streets, as merchants come from near and far to buy and sell wares. Mage guilds from near and far have sent representatives on many of the ships to barder and trade for the special salt now found in the Glas Mines. The salts is in limited supplies, the mine workers having to go so deep into the tunnels to mine for it. The dangers of it's findings are complicated threefold by Velsignede's claim on it. An ambassadorial group has been sent into the Rollendes for conferences with the monks.
A small concession makes it's way to the verge of the lands of Floxivid. It's progress is soon greatly hampered by the well worn wheels of the wagons that pull it's number. The lack of well worn roads in this area impedes it greatly. It continues to ribbon by a great river, thick with willows and shrub lining it's banks. An ancient deep rut in the overgrown path almost overturns a few of the less readied wagons, as an old barge, clearly a primitive ferry, dangles loosely, although held tight on one corner by it's muddy bed, from a two by two piece of wood protruding from the shallow waters edge, it's system of ropes and pulleys broken and rusty. A few of the travels tire of upheaving their vehicle and find a more interesting endeavor in pulling the barge free. Some look for the ropes, a sure treasure buried in the mud. The river itself seems to move slowly along with no visible eddys, leaving a growing urge to rest within the travellers. A camp is made and fish, being plentiful, is served for supper.
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