Gold in them hills - Write up 26/04 - Zombie Mine
Apr 26, 2017 2:00:11 GMT
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Post by Dvärgar / Gara on Apr 26, 2017 2:00:11 GMT
Log of Gara Bronzebeater’s exploration of the Kantas expanse.
Authors note, translated from his original Dwarvish notes that were found blood stained in the ruins of a town long forgotten to history. Some details may have been lost in translation or due to time damaging the manuscript, but we have done our best to transcribe what information we could.
Week 1, prospecting the western hills.
I set out from the Three headed Etin, a fairly jovial inn in the centre of town. I was loath to leave in such odd company, but the money my Dwarven compatriots were offering for a day’s work was not something I could afford to ignore in this new and foreign land. We have no maps and no real way to navigate except for the topography, but my employers seem sure of where to go.
We left the town at about 9, I’m in the strangest company you could imagine; two folks of my own people, a Man monk, two half breeds; a Half-Elf rogue and a Half-orc barbarian and a Wood Elf ranger.
I haven't bothered to learn their names.
We set off towards the mountains to the west, they seem to be about 20 miles due west. My employers think this could be the best place for them to prospect. The morning proved uneventful, except for the elf spotting some jackals in the distance, as much as some sport would have been fun we decided to push on.
Shortly after mid-day we came across a dry river bed, all along the bed stood columns of stone, standing 15-foot-high, from my years of stone work I could immediately tell that they had been carved by the ancient flow of a mighty torrent. The Half-Elf climbed them, gods know why. We decided to name the formation The People due to the formations uncanny resemblance to silhouettes.
As far as we could tell the land is empty, miles of rolling hills, but at the dry river we seem to be about half way to the mountains. We carried on.
By the time we came to the foot hills of the mountains the sun was cresting the horizon so we decided to camp. We chose a spot where two ancient rocks lay interlaced as lovers, my companions ever the originals named them the Hugging Rocks. The elf decided to climb them to get a better look of the land. He saw nothing, so much for the vision of elves, ha!
Upon descending a damn shrub seemed to lash out at him, it’s then that I noticed that we were surrounded by small bushes that seemed to move unnaturally. I torched them all by using Great Grandfathers arcane focus ring, they burnt much better than Gnolls and lit up the evening in a red glow that marked the space around our camp, the half elf seemed disturbed by my actions…
We set guards and rested for the night, but no rest was to be had. In the night beasts woke us by charging through our camp… but these beasts were nothing I had seen before!
The leader was a purple and orange bovine that stank of death and disease, it was being chase by two bipedal feathered lizards that ran at surprising speeds…
The bovine barrelled past us but the elf open fire on one of the Reptiles, I cast ray of frost on the second. As much as my magic is powerful the beast seemed to be more powerful still, it collided with me and to my and my clans shame left me unconscious. Apparently the Half-Ork and the Monk finished the beasts off. I awoke a few hours later, it seems the elf gave me first aid, he may not be so strange after all, his name by the way is Tarin.
The beasts destroyed or shooed, we resumed camp.
Over the next couple of days my employer started exploring the area under the protection of myself and Tugark, he may be a brute, but I am growing to appreciate his strength, an added bonus is that he doesn’t talk much.
While prospecting the miners found traces of iron to the East of the Hugging Rocks and Copper to the south West. These hills may have value after all.
On the morning of the fifth day we discovered a mine! And by mine I don’t mean a hole with a vein of minerals but an actual sentient being made mine! The timber supports were aged and basic, but they seemed sturdy enough. After a bit of coaxing my employers made their way in gingerly. To then quickly come out sprinting again screaming about beasts. First on the scene I defended myself through magic and scouted the entrance of the Tunnel. Dragging themselves towards us was the undead corpses of Goblins. The monk quickly showed his value by destroying one of them with his bare hands, Sef may be a man of thought, but his hands are lethal weapons. To put an end to this ridiculous fight I summoned fire from my hands to dispatch out foes. Though successful the light of my attack showed us that the threat was much greater than we thought, behind the undead vanguard was a giant horde of walking corpses.
Sef dispatched the last of the vanguard just before Tugark destroyed the pillars supporting the mine entrance, sealing in the evil inside. This mine, built in an uninhabited land and home to undead Goblins is something we must explore when more prepared.
We decided to return to town to report our discoveries and rest up. The return was un-eventful apart from the discovery of more giant reptiles, these ones less aggressive, perhaps they could even be tamed?
Authors note, translated from his original Dwarvish notes that were found blood stained in the ruins of a town long forgotten to history. Some details may have been lost in translation or due to time damaging the manuscript, but we have done our best to transcribe what information we could.
Week 1, prospecting the western hills.
I set out from the Three headed Etin, a fairly jovial inn in the centre of town. I was loath to leave in such odd company, but the money my Dwarven compatriots were offering for a day’s work was not something I could afford to ignore in this new and foreign land. We have no maps and no real way to navigate except for the topography, but my employers seem sure of where to go.
We left the town at about 9, I’m in the strangest company you could imagine; two folks of my own people, a Man monk, two half breeds; a Half-Elf rogue and a Half-orc barbarian and a Wood Elf ranger.
I haven't bothered to learn their names.
We set off towards the mountains to the west, they seem to be about 20 miles due west. My employers think this could be the best place for them to prospect. The morning proved uneventful, except for the elf spotting some jackals in the distance, as much as some sport would have been fun we decided to push on.
Shortly after mid-day we came across a dry river bed, all along the bed stood columns of stone, standing 15-foot-high, from my years of stone work I could immediately tell that they had been carved by the ancient flow of a mighty torrent. The Half-Elf climbed them, gods know why. We decided to name the formation The People due to the formations uncanny resemblance to silhouettes.
As far as we could tell the land is empty, miles of rolling hills, but at the dry river we seem to be about half way to the mountains. We carried on.
By the time we came to the foot hills of the mountains the sun was cresting the horizon so we decided to camp. We chose a spot where two ancient rocks lay interlaced as lovers, my companions ever the originals named them the Hugging Rocks. The elf decided to climb them to get a better look of the land. He saw nothing, so much for the vision of elves, ha!
Upon descending a damn shrub seemed to lash out at him, it’s then that I noticed that we were surrounded by small bushes that seemed to move unnaturally. I torched them all by using Great Grandfathers arcane focus ring, they burnt much better than Gnolls and lit up the evening in a red glow that marked the space around our camp, the half elf seemed disturbed by my actions…
We set guards and rested for the night, but no rest was to be had. In the night beasts woke us by charging through our camp… but these beasts were nothing I had seen before!
The leader was a purple and orange bovine that stank of death and disease, it was being chase by two bipedal feathered lizards that ran at surprising speeds…
The bovine barrelled past us but the elf open fire on one of the Reptiles, I cast ray of frost on the second. As much as my magic is powerful the beast seemed to be more powerful still, it collided with me and to my and my clans shame left me unconscious. Apparently the Half-Ork and the Monk finished the beasts off. I awoke a few hours later, it seems the elf gave me first aid, he may not be so strange after all, his name by the way is Tarin.
The beasts destroyed or shooed, we resumed camp.
Over the next couple of days my employer started exploring the area under the protection of myself and Tugark, he may be a brute, but I am growing to appreciate his strength, an added bonus is that he doesn’t talk much.
While prospecting the miners found traces of iron to the East of the Hugging Rocks and Copper to the south West. These hills may have value after all.
On the morning of the fifth day we discovered a mine! And by mine I don’t mean a hole with a vein of minerals but an actual sentient being made mine! The timber supports were aged and basic, but they seemed sturdy enough. After a bit of coaxing my employers made their way in gingerly. To then quickly come out sprinting again screaming about beasts. First on the scene I defended myself through magic and scouted the entrance of the Tunnel. Dragging themselves towards us was the undead corpses of Goblins. The monk quickly showed his value by destroying one of them with his bare hands, Sef may be a man of thought, but his hands are lethal weapons. To put an end to this ridiculous fight I summoned fire from my hands to dispatch out foes. Though successful the light of my attack showed us that the threat was much greater than we thought, behind the undead vanguard was a giant horde of walking corpses.
Sef dispatched the last of the vanguard just before Tugark destroyed the pillars supporting the mine entrance, sealing in the evil inside. This mine, built in an uninhabited land and home to undead Goblins is something we must explore when more prepared.
We decided to return to town to report our discoveries and rest up. The return was un-eventful apart from the discovery of more giant reptiles, these ones less aggressive, perhaps they could even be tamed?
