Winter, Day 40, Year 512 AV Sebastian wiped the sweat and grime from his brow. The chimes spent digging sent a burning ach trough his body. Had it been chimes? He cast a look towards the long stemmed candle flicking off in a safe corner. The tallow was pressed with bold marks to count time as the wick slowly burnt itself out. It looked like he’d been at this for a couple of hours. We’ll that seemed long enough to warrant a break. “I’m guna take a break.” He called towards Trent who was still picking away against the heavy cave in. “You wanna join?” They’d been at this for about a week, but progress was slow and Sebastian felt they still had a long ways to go. The ancient reimancy tunnel he, Hadrian, and Trent discovered had long ago been filled with tumbled earth from some large quake, and the rubble had settled within its bed of silt making the whole expedition a taxing chore. Not to mention they’d soon have to start building supports so the whole dam thing didn’t collapse on them like it had some of the skeleton’s they’d found. Sebastian had never tried his hand at carpentry but, he figured it couldn’t be too hard and would make a nice change from the mindless labor they'd been doing so far. Knowing Trent would follow if he desired Sebastian laid his pick next to their other tools, hefted a burlap bag and catching one of the lanterns made his way up the tunnel a bit. The air was fresher here if not necessarily sweeter. The dank water rot from above tinged the nose and made a trickling stream following the miners progressing. They’d uncovered the stairs first, a long flight leading down into the earth. A few skeletons, their broken bodies so scattered it was hard to deduce how many people they'd composed. Then the strange talking golem announcing in a forgotten tongue something only Hadrian understood between the three of them. Sebastian gathered it’d been about some kind of exhibit, an exciting concept considering how unimaginably old the tunnel seemed to be. They’d yet to clear the stairs, and hauling the rubble up in baskets draped over their shoulders was only getting more tedious. But, Sebastian had given his word he’d help out for the right amount of coin, and he was just as curious as the others what wonders might be hidden beneath the earth. Alima Shadas ud Esaray Fuday! Called the golem as Sebastian passed. Not being well versed in magic the thing had scared the shit otta him the first time its deep voice blared from the shadows. Now though it was just part of the cave’s morose atmosphere, and Sebastian kinda liked it; made the place seem a little less devoid of life. He’d guess it’d once been in the form of some mythic beast. While poc marked and scarred with abuse its body held a solid man shape but, the golem’s head was twisted with a pointed snout, gnarled horns adorned it’s crown, a gaping maw for a mouth, and large open eyes. Maybe a god these people had once worshiped, though Sebastian knew no god akin to this broken form. The golem’s teeth had long ago been worn to nothing but, still spoke with the jubilance its creator had endowed. Finding a dry spot on the stairs Sebastian sat and began to pull out the contents of his sack. |