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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4972672" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Owlshead Mountain: Part 9 – Cooter</strong></p><p></p><p>The tunnel opened into another subterranean chamber. Four eight-foot tall, three-foot wide concavities were visible in the walls, two on either side. Though shrouded in darkness, the concavities appeared to contain skeletal humanoid forms.</p><p></p><p>Just then their cistrons and flashlights went out.</p><p></p><p>A second later the cavern was lit by an eerie green glow. "Glow sticks," Archive said triumphantly. "I bring them with me everywhere."</p><p></p><p>"Brilliant!" said Jim-Bean. </p><p></p><p>Three bodies resided in the wall, one to a concavity. The bodies were strangely preserved, though their uniforms were nothing more than rotting remnants. Two of the bodies wear pistols. </p><p></p><p>Archive bent down to inspect a flat stone in the floor. "I think this tells their story."</p><p></p><p>The stone contained the remnants of a crude scene depicted with stick figures. Four figures stood over the fallen form of a chief in full regalia, and the figure of a smaller individual. </p><p></p><p>"These are the three former soldiers immediately responsible for slaying Chief Cornstalk over two hundred years ago," said Waban. "Shawnee warriors avenged their chief’s death by killing and interring the murderers here with the chief they slew."</p><p></p><p>Hammer's brow furrowed. "There's a glow up ahead."</p><p></p><p>A cool blue radiance leaked from several fist-sized hollows in the chamber’s walls ahead. Though dim, the light was strong enough to reveal a pit in the chamber’s foreground. Within the pit, skeletal fragments suggested the form of two bodies, one adult and one child. Both forms were dressed in the remnants of rotting ceremonial dress. Beyond the pit, dry grass was piled in an irregular circle four feet in diameter and two feet high.</p><p></p><p>"This is Chief Cornstalk's tomb." Waban leaned down on his knees to peer into the pit. "His son is interred here too."</p><p></p><p>Time had rendered both sets of remains into so many skeletal fragments posed in the hard soil. A small, ornately painted drum lay near the hand of the smaller form, while a strange wooden mask lay upon the fragments suggesting the head of the other. </p><p></p><p>"The talisman!" said Archive, pointing at the mask.</p><p></p><p>"Kawkiutl," said Waban. </p><p></p><p>Hammer inspected the grass beyond the pit. "That's odd."</p><p></p><p>"What isn't odd around here?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>"The grass is only a week or so old." Hammer picked something up. "This is Harold Gall's photo ID—"</p><p></p><p>With an awful shriek, a naked, crazed man lunged out of the grass with a woodsman's ax.</p><p></p><p>"The soldier!" gasped Waban, stumbling backwards. "The curse is real!"</p><p></p><p>Hammer danced backwards as the axe blade whistled within inches of his face. </p><p></p><p>The madman's hair was a mat of knotted red strands and his body was covered in an odd thick skin. A makeshift bandolier dangled from his chest.</p><p></p><p>Hammer fired several bullets into him, backing up as he did so, but the maniac kept coming, axe raised.</p><p></p><p>"I've got him," said Jim-Bean. He stretched out one hand.</p><p></p><p>The madman struggled, lifted up in the air. He reached for an ancient pistol from his bandoleer and fired. The bullet went wide.</p><p></p><p>The former soldier was telekinetically dragged over the pit. </p><p></p><p>Archive chanted and held up the Elder Sign. A blazing beam struck the madman from the opened eye on Archive's amulet. For the first time the madman screamed.</p><p></p><p>Hammer unleashed both pistols into the dangling figure at point blank range. The screams turned into a wail as the man's features began to melt.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean telekinetically dumped him into the pit. Then, pointing at the ceiling, he collapsed tons of rock on top of him.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean wiggled one pinky in his ear. "Finally, some peace and quiet."</p><p></p><p>"We have done a terrible thing here," whispered Waban.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4972672, member: 3285"] [b]Owlshead Mountain: Part 9 – Cooter[/b] The tunnel opened into another subterranean chamber. Four eight-foot tall, three-foot wide concavities were visible in the walls, two on either side. Though shrouded in darkness, the concavities appeared to contain skeletal humanoid forms. Just then their cistrons and flashlights went out. A second later the cavern was lit by an eerie green glow. "Glow sticks," Archive said triumphantly. "I bring them with me everywhere." "Brilliant!" said Jim-Bean. Three bodies resided in the wall, one to a concavity. The bodies were strangely preserved, though their uniforms were nothing more than rotting remnants. Two of the bodies wear pistols. Archive bent down to inspect a flat stone in the floor. "I think this tells their story." The stone contained the remnants of a crude scene depicted with stick figures. Four figures stood over the fallen form of a chief in full regalia, and the figure of a smaller individual. "These are the three former soldiers immediately responsible for slaying Chief Cornstalk over two hundred years ago," said Waban. "Shawnee warriors avenged their chief’s death by killing and interring the murderers here with the chief they slew." Hammer's brow furrowed. "There's a glow up ahead." A cool blue radiance leaked from several fist-sized hollows in the chamber’s walls ahead. Though dim, the light was strong enough to reveal a pit in the chamber’s foreground. Within the pit, skeletal fragments suggested the form of two bodies, one adult and one child. Both forms were dressed in the remnants of rotting ceremonial dress. Beyond the pit, dry grass was piled in an irregular circle four feet in diameter and two feet high. "This is Chief Cornstalk's tomb." Waban leaned down on his knees to peer into the pit. "His son is interred here too." Time had rendered both sets of remains into so many skeletal fragments posed in the hard soil. A small, ornately painted drum lay near the hand of the smaller form, while a strange wooden mask lay upon the fragments suggesting the head of the other. "The talisman!" said Archive, pointing at the mask. "Kawkiutl," said Waban. Hammer inspected the grass beyond the pit. "That's odd." "What isn't odd around here?" asked Jim-Bean. "The grass is only a week or so old." Hammer picked something up. "This is Harold Gall's photo ID—" With an awful shriek, a naked, crazed man lunged out of the grass with a woodsman's ax. "The soldier!" gasped Waban, stumbling backwards. "The curse is real!" Hammer danced backwards as the axe blade whistled within inches of his face. The madman's hair was a mat of knotted red strands and his body was covered in an odd thick skin. A makeshift bandolier dangled from his chest. Hammer fired several bullets into him, backing up as he did so, but the maniac kept coming, axe raised. "I've got him," said Jim-Bean. He stretched out one hand. The madman struggled, lifted up in the air. He reached for an ancient pistol from his bandoleer and fired. The bullet went wide. The former soldier was telekinetically dragged over the pit. Archive chanted and held up the Elder Sign. A blazing beam struck the madman from the opened eye on Archive's amulet. For the first time the madman screamed. Hammer unleashed both pistols into the dangling figure at point blank range. The screams turned into a wail as the man's features began to melt. Jim-Bean telekinetically dumped him into the pit. Then, pointing at the ceiling, he collapsed tons of rock on top of him. Jim-Bean wiggled one pinky in his ear. "Finally, some peace and quiet." "We have done a terrible thing here," whispered Waban. [/QUOTE]
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