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Owlshead Mountain: Part 8 – The Mound
The opening exuded the strong odor of new-turned earth. The orifice was only about three feet wide by five feet tall. Loose earth made up the floor, walls, and even ceiling, though countless tiny rootlets were visible in the dirt. The low ceiling and narrow tunnel made single file the only option.
Hammer entered, with Archive soon after. Waban stood uncertainly outside.
Jim-Bean paused at the entrance. "You're not coming?"
"I shouldn't. I'm an old man."
Jim-Bean chuckled. "Oh come on. Your knowledge will be critical."
"Why do you care so much?" asked Waban, suspicious.
Jim-Bean's gaze was momentarily distant. "You remind me of an old friend."
Waban stepped inside. Jim-Bean followed him.
The tunnel opened up to either side and rose above, creating a rough earthen chamber some ten feet on a side and eight feet high at the center. A large granite boulder squatted near the south wall. Faint flecks of paint on the stone recalled an ambiguous design from ages past.
Hammer shined his flashlight on the stone. "Do you recognize those?"
Waban nodded. "Yes. The random designs painted on the stone are similar to ancient rock paintings discovered elsewhere. They convey the visionary experience that shamans have while in a trance."
"Look there," said Archive.
There was one ominous humanoid figure discernable amongst the other crude drawings. It had wings and no obvious head.
"I'm no mystic, but I can’t help but notice the painted arrow down the side of the rock," said Jim-Bean. "Something underneath there?"
"It's possible," said Waban. "But I'm not sure we should…"
"Ah come on," said Jim-Bean. "We're going to need another man to help lift it."
The agents all huddled around the stone and strained to lift it. When Waban saw they were struggling, he joined in.
They rolled the rock away.
Glowing red eyes swayed like a cobra beneath the stone.
Archive held out his Elder Sign. "In the name of the Elder Gods, I repel you!"
The red eyes blink closed and disappeared in the shadow of the rock.
"What was that?" asked Hammer.
"A guardian." Waban reached down to pick up what they thought was a snake. It was just a length of knotted cords and beads.
In the hollow beneath the rock were three loose eagle feathers, a small bag with crystals and other stones, a small rattle carved with a human face, and a small tube of hollow bone.
"These items once belonged in the repertoire of an ancient Indian shaman," said Archive. "You should have them." He handed them Waban.
Waban looked glumly down at the items in his hands. "I am not so sure he agreed."
The opening exuded the strong odor of new-turned earth. The orifice was only about three feet wide by five feet tall. Loose earth made up the floor, walls, and even ceiling, though countless tiny rootlets were visible in the dirt. The low ceiling and narrow tunnel made single file the only option.
Hammer entered, with Archive soon after. Waban stood uncertainly outside.
Jim-Bean paused at the entrance. "You're not coming?"
"I shouldn't. I'm an old man."
Jim-Bean chuckled. "Oh come on. Your knowledge will be critical."
"Why do you care so much?" asked Waban, suspicious.
Jim-Bean's gaze was momentarily distant. "You remind me of an old friend."
Waban stepped inside. Jim-Bean followed him.
The tunnel opened up to either side and rose above, creating a rough earthen chamber some ten feet on a side and eight feet high at the center. A large granite boulder squatted near the south wall. Faint flecks of paint on the stone recalled an ambiguous design from ages past.
Hammer shined his flashlight on the stone. "Do you recognize those?"
Waban nodded. "Yes. The random designs painted on the stone are similar to ancient rock paintings discovered elsewhere. They convey the visionary experience that shamans have while in a trance."
"Look there," said Archive.
There was one ominous humanoid figure discernable amongst the other crude drawings. It had wings and no obvious head.
"I'm no mystic, but I can’t help but notice the painted arrow down the side of the rock," said Jim-Bean. "Something underneath there?"
"It's possible," said Waban. "But I'm not sure we should…"
"Ah come on," said Jim-Bean. "We're going to need another man to help lift it."
The agents all huddled around the stone and strained to lift it. When Waban saw they were struggling, he joined in.
They rolled the rock away.
Glowing red eyes swayed like a cobra beneath the stone.
Archive held out his Elder Sign. "In the name of the Elder Gods, I repel you!"
The red eyes blink closed and disappeared in the shadow of the rock.
"What was that?" asked Hammer.
"A guardian." Waban reached down to pick up what they thought was a snake. It was just a length of knotted cords and beads.
In the hollow beneath the rock were three loose eagle feathers, a small bag with crystals and other stones, a small rattle carved with a human face, and a small tube of hollow bone.
"These items once belonged in the repertoire of an ancient Indian shaman," said Archive. "You should have them." He handed them Waban.
Waban looked glumly down at the items in his hands. "I am not so sure he agreed."