Thursday 21 May 2015

TSW - Chapter 7: Remnants (1) - The Decent

Although Raneaux could not pick up even the faintest of emotions from Lina, she was able to clearly find Xera's. She ran back down stairs and called for help. Mhaast and Willow followed her out to the domed building but they were all overtaken by Danton's determination. They abruptly stopped when they reached the closed brass door. Mhaast boasted to the group that this was an easy task but his strength failed him. They all then tried to move it with the door still barely moving. Without warning, a beam of light blasted from Willow's direction. They jewel she carried around her neck was channelling light to a focal point, which was now eating away at the metal doors.

Within moments the brass slab was cut from its hinges but as it hit the ground it fell towards them. Mhaast was taken unaware and was left shouldering the door, his mechanisms in his joints audibly straining against the weight. Danton acted before he thought clearly and dove in. He managed to hook Mhaast around the waist and tackled him clear along with himself.  On the other side stood Xera in shock. Everyone's eyes were centred on Willow, although she denied any involvement. For a moment or two Xera could only see the doors falling upon himself before he shook the vision out of his head. He urged them to find a way down the schism in the ground. They could all now hear the feint murmur of running water. Raneaux untied the length of rope around her to use as a rappel line. Mhaast was too involved with repairing himself to notice Danton's scheming eye. He thought to himself that saving Mhaast might be the first step in eventually turning him against Silas if things were to come to a head with  himself and Lord Lyathra.

That train of thought led him to that of saving Lina and he beelined for Raneaux  who was setting up the rope. He grabbed it out of her hand and demanded for a set of spikes to jam into the rock face. He tied off the rope around the handle of the brass door and lowered himself down.  With his serpentine eyes, the darkness yielded a surprise. The running water was actually a subterranean river. He dangled over the thirty foot drop into the water from the tunnel above and dropped a glowglobe into the water. The current swirled it around for a second below him before it was pushed out along the river at speed. He knew the current was dangerous but he had to brave the water. Above him, Raneaux threw down more rope so that Danton could lengthen the line, allowing him to partially submerge himself while remaining in relative safety.

Next down the rope was Mhaast. It was obvious to everyone, including himself that he was far too big for the crevice but he had no choice in the matter. He forced himself down, scraping his skin and metal on the rocks. The screech of the latter covered for his low grunting at the pain. He too eventually emerged and clung to the rope above the water. He had kept away from any large sources in case he ceased to function. With Danton on the other end of the rope he managed to swing himself to shore. With relief he looked up towards the crevice and a brilliant white light pouring out from it. Willow's glasses were emanating a dazzling light, allowing her to see clearly through the dark. It was like nothing Danton had ever seen. He had been admittedly attracted by her demure beauty and apparent raw power but her glasses caught him off guard. His hand slipped on the rope and the currents took him.

He fought back against the raging waters. His strength only bolstered by sheer desperation. The rope now started to sway and under Willow's tentative grasp she cried out for help. Mhaast immediately jumped into the water. He had little concern for his own safety or the preservation of his mechanical parts. The water however took hold, his body started to feel sluggish. Danton was fighting against being swept away from the chamber. His fangs protracted, his blood started to burn him as he forced himself to the side of the cavern and to desperately held onto an outcrop. Mhaast had now succumbed to the currents, falling short of catching the rope. He too suffered like Danton, although weighed down by his metal. Danton could clearly see Mhaast coming towards him and he needed to make a split decision. He could either save him, or let him drown down the river. The latter could have been useful if Silas was  to wage war, he would have one less asset, however down here, the more people the better. He gritted his teeth and held out his hand for Mhaast to catch. He felt his strong grip and the weight of him and the water trying to pull him downstream but held fast. Willow, seeing both men in danger, took a couple of deep breaths before commanding the rope to tie to the other side of the bank, to which it obeyed.


As she carefully descended down, her lack of concentration on her task and  the focus on the two in peril condemned her to the same fate. She too was buffeted by the waters before she grasped onto the chain, desperately clinging to Mhaast. Raneaux quickly scrambled down the line to help but in the desperation to survive, Danton had clawed his way up onto the sandy side of the cavern with Mhaast and Willow. He had managed in the process to dislocate his shoulder and was now hunched up in pain.  Xera, now hearing all that had gone down, was now visibly shaken. He was not the adventuring type and with only Danton's pained words of advice to guide him down he started to descended. He was slow and methodical, however his carefulness, it lead him to hold onto the rope for too long. His grasp faltered under his own weight and he plummeted into the water and straight below the surface. The  laughter of hundred voices echoed.

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