Blocked entrance

Belegi · Post by **Belegi** » Sat Oct 16, 2004 10:08 pm

Prowling the island, one can see that the entrance to Silverbrand has collapsed and rocks and boulders prevent anyone from entering the proud dwarven city. An earthquake, the second one within the last few years, has shaken the ground.

But what is that? The sound of pick axes faints in the distance, deep underneath the surface. Happy songs of faith and devotion to Irmorom can be heard. Obviously the dwarves of Silverbrand are not as desperated as one could think...

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Sat Oct 16, 2004 10:10 pm

It is a very different scene above ground. The many residents of Troll's Bane work desperately to clear the rubble blocking many of the entrances to town. With each lightning strike a new fire begins, and with that a new struggle.

Before long, almost everybody is filthy and torn...and above all, struggling against the odds.

Cassandra Fjurin · Post by **Cassandra Fjurin** » Sat Oct 16, 2004 10:28 pm

In the town you can hear whispering from the forests. Sometimes you can see eyes in the darkness, watching the workers in the town.

Cliu Beothach · Post by **Cliu Beothach** » Sat Oct 16, 2004 10:39 pm

Chatter can be about the stranded gathering in the Monestary near the Jail.

The Night's Own · Post by **The Night's Own** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 2:13 am

A hooded figure in black might be seen the following night, crouched aperch the rooftop of the Seahorse. The long flowing cloak that surrounds it flaps viciously in the bitter-cold wind. It watches. It waits. And when someone rises to the rooftops, it is gone.

Konstantin K · Post by **Konstantin K** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 4:21 am

Konstantin takes his coat off, and tries to move a boulder.
He fails. He tries again. His thin body tenses.
Using all the muscles he has is apparently not enough.

Damn it!

He tries to climb the boulders, but he cannot, he slides down.

Damn it...

With all his might he approaches the boulder again and tries to lift it or at least shift it, using his legs, then his back, his face becomes red of blood pressure, he doesn't give up, joints in his arms are hard like wood and almost cracking... but nothing happens.

79 kilograms are useless againt a gigantic rock.

No... Damn it...

Konstantin takes a shovel, and digs under the rock, trying to use the lever effect. But nothing. With all his weight he leans on the shovel, tryng to find a pressure point. Nothing.

Idea!

Konstantin runs to his depot, takes an axe, a rope, and an oil lamp.

This might work.

He chops a few trees, and lays a few logs under the rock, where he was digging, he rubs the oil lamp and adds some oil to the logs and the rock's bottom surface. He ties a rope around the rock.

Once again with all his might he tries to pull, push, tackle the boulder onto the logs... and... he ruptures his shoulder joint.

A-a-ah!!!

He holds his hand.

No... No! Damn it, no!!!

He sits down, looking at the sky.

Calm down. Concentrate. Ah... - he holds his hand.
Think. What can be done.

...What can i do, what can i do, what can i do...

what can i do?

the shovel. the digging. it may work. it will work.

Konstantin jumps up and grabs an apple from the tree.

He puts it solidly in the sand by the shore.
Then he digs with his little finger, under the apple. He digs enough to one side of the apple, and then, when he can no longer reach under it, he takes a needle, and digs with the needle, under the apple.

When the needle removes enough sand from under the apple, the apple rolls down in the little hole.

That's it! Yes, it will work! It works! It is mechanics. It will work!

We just need... a lot of people. A whole lot of people. And a very damn big needle.

The Night's Own · Post by **The Night's Own** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 4:55 am

A gloved fist strikes angrily into a wall. Drawn back again, two hands shoot out from the darkness within the cloak. Fingers veiled in black leather appear to claw at the wall as if desperately trying to tear it down single-handedly. A slender chin—almost as if chiseled into stone—is to be seen in the shadows of its hood. Suddenly, movement enters the little that can be seen of the face. Its lips twist and contort into a sneer at the wall—gritting white teeth revealed.
"Loathe it here... I... must... escape this hole."
The figure perceives a noise and seems to dart around. Its swaying cloak flaps loudly in the wind, as the figure distances itself, and melts back into the shadows of the town Troll's Bane.

Iekka · Post by **Iekka** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 8:05 am

A white haired women, with soft elven peach skin walks up to the bolders and looks, her pale white-blue eyes gazeing up at them and the crumbled wall. She places her hand on the crumbled stone.

"This place shall fall... but why must it trap those I need in it's walls?" She shook her head, her fresh white hair shifting slightly. She tucks herself in between a few fallen bloders as she watches a few trolls walk by, when she knew that they had passed she pulls herself back out from the rocks and looks into the woods to where they had ventured.

"Soon my loves... soon..." She whispers, as if to the trolls as she turns away from the crumbled walls and seems to vanish into the woods.

Konstantin K · Post by **Konstantin K** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:14 am

A few hours pass.

Konstantin slides down the wall, completely tired out and sweaty. He holds his ruptured arm, as new drops of sweat show up on his face.
His eyes gleam with insanity. His usually emotionless eyes are expressive for the first time. They are running around everything almost in panic.

Dispair.
Konstantin's only loose nerve had been touched - his fear of closed space.

After numerous attempts to break, climb, and move boulders, he completely ran out of strength and concentration.

Most importantly, he was thinking about his strange companion.

"I can do nothing, if I'm trapped here..."

Trying to get up, he slides with his legs like a bug, in the dirt, sleeping and falling. He is loosing coordination. His stamina fell quickly as he was realizing that there are no exits.

To the south - blocked. North - blocked. East - blocked.

The only free exit is the sky. No roof. Sky. Sky is always open. His last hope. Konstantin looked up, and concentrated his eyes on the sky, its clouds, freedom, air... freedom... Holding on to this view of the sky, he started to think.

He gathers his thoughts and lets out a loud whistle, similar to a white eagle's cry.

His loyal hunter hawk comes to his call and sits on his shoulder.

"Dermott... find them. Tell them... they will know what to do..."

Caitlin Fergus · Post by **Caitlin Fergus** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:27 am

Exhausted from the day and her wounds she stayed overnight at the Shi Long monastery with Cliu and some other person who seeked shelter from the cold winternights.

She shared her food with them and on the next day she early tramped in the snow through the woods to reach the town walls again.

Aragon · Post by **Aragon** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 12:21 pm

He was kneeling in front of the shrine, praying to his god the last days, since he heared some bad news.
Hours after hours passed.
Only making a short break for some water to drink, than he continous again.

Malachin, my god, hear my prayer. Show mercy upon us!

Cassandra Fjurin · Post by **Cassandra Fjurin** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 2:21 pm

A small shadow like the body of a woman can be seen, walking deeper and deeper in the forest. It is surrounded by other shadows, larger ones. Every step deeper into the forest the other shadows grow more and more. It can be a few, or more than hundred. After a while you hear a dark humming in the forest.

Caitlin Fergus · Post by **Caitlin Fergus** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 2:23 pm

Nilo · Post by **Nilo** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 6:57 pm

Nilo wanders around the city's streets, seeing all the entrances are blocked.

"It would appear to have been an earthquake, but whether it was caused by someone or something remains a mystery." Nilo stated.

Moirear Sian · Post by **Moirear Sian** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 7:47 pm

"Closely observed, little halfling", says the human named Sian with a smirk from behind him, whilst sitting on a pile of rubble from the destroyed walls.

Hermie · Post by **Hermie** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 7:55 pm

After returning to town after some time away, Hermie walks to town from Greenbriar and finds all the gates out of the city blocked, while the streets are littered with rubble. Raising a brow with a little, almost comfortable smirk, he says to himself:

"Same old Troll's Bane..."

With that he trots off down the road towards the workshop.

Turonga Mudwater · Post by **Turonga Mudwater** » Sun Oct 17, 2004 8:27 pm

Turonga screams in rage, she was asleep in her cave during the earthquake and awoke to find the enterance to town blocked. She beings to slaughter zombie in mass numbers, taking there weapons. She uses the knife to dig at the motar holding the bricks of the Grey rose castle pinnacle together, she then uses helmets to pound at the bricks in an attempt to destroy the pinnacle blockeing her way if not the entire castle. The helmets become far to dented to continue and the daggers blunt, she then returns to the zombies, slaughtering them in quick swift motions of her axe, they die faster everyone she kills but she continually works at destroying the wall