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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 7486948" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Sure. I've been keeping them updated, I just haven't posted them recently. </p><p></p><p>First the update:</p><p></p><p>* * * </p><p></p><p>Chapter 198</p><p></p><p>“I should still be down there,” Quellan said as he and Akhenon made their way back through the carved doors into the Temple of Hosrenu. “There could be injuries needing immediate treatment…”</p><p></p><p>“They will be a while,” the dwarf priest said. “I wanted to get your opinion of something I found in our archives this morning. A reference to the Libram.”</p><p></p><p>Quellan followed him into the nave of the temple. The place was empty. “I would have thought to see more people here,” he said. “I have found that in times of crisis, people seek out the solace of faith.”</p><p></p><p>“They will come when the crisis is over,” Akhenon said. “Until then, everyone has something to do to assist in the defense.”</p><p></p><p>The old cleric moved swiftly past the orderly rows of pews and turned to the side door that led to his sanctuary. Quellan was just a few steps behind. The room was cool and quiet, the coals in the stove banked low. “Wait here, I’ll get the book,” Akhenon said.</p><p></p><p>Quellan walked over to the seismograph. The device was interesting. The one here was simpler than the one buried under the Gate, with only the one sensor providing data. The reverberations caused by the giants’ mining operations below were clearly visible, extending back to a sharper ridge of jolts that he knew represented the assault upon the Darkfall Gate.</p><p></p><p>He studied the inscribed pattern intently. He was certainly not an expert in the device, though he had grasped the basic principles behind its operation. There was something there, something more…</p><p></p><p>“What is it?” a voice said, stirring Quellan from his reverie. He looked to and saw that Akhenon had returned and had come into the room.</p><p></p><p>“I’m not certain,” the half-orc replied. “Do you have a seeing glass?”</p><p></p><p>Wordlessly the dwarf went over to one of the bookcases and produced a fist-sized lens bound in brass. He handed it to Quellan, who studied the sphere through it.</p><p></p><p>“The seismograph in the Gate is more sensitive than this one and is constantly monitored,” Akhenon said. “This one is something of a backup, and allows for a limited triangulation of sources.” When Quellan did not look up he added, “Well? What are you looking at?”</p><p></p><p>Quellan drew back and handed over the looking glass. “These vibrations here,” he said, indicating a point with his thumbnail.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf took a look. “Yes, they’re part of the enemy’s tunneling operation. You can see the consistency of the effort along the time axis…”</p><p></p><p>“I think these might be separate,” Quellan said. “These little marks didn’t stand out on the one below.”</p><p></p><p>“It’s natural for there to be some minor inconsistencies,” Akhenon said. “As I said, the different number of sensors... What? You do not agree?”</p><p></p><p>Quellan held up a hand. “Look. There is a pattern. These particular marks appear here, and again here. Then a longer interval to here, almost overlapping with the attack on the Darkfall Gate. How long do these gaps represent?”</p><p></p><p>Akhenon looked again. “Roughly eight hours from here to here. About twice that from here to here.”</p><p></p><p>“So you would say it’s been almost eight hours since the most recent event?” Quellan said.</p><p></p><p>Akhenon nodded, then looked up and met the half-orc’s eyes. “Spellcasting,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“The tunneling operation, it could just be a cover,” Quellan said.</p><p></p><p>“We need to get down to the Gate,” Akhenon said. But even as he started to turn away, Quellan grabbed his arm. “Look!”</p><p></p><p>This time they didn’t need to resort to the looking glass. The marks were similar to the ones Quellan had highlighted earlier, but they were of a greater magnitude, easily overpowering the ongoing background ridges from the giants’ tunneling efforts far below them. They continued to swell, until the stylus was forging a mountain range across the slowly shifting sphere.</p><p></p><p>As the seismograph traced the growing disturbance the two clerics could feel the vibrations start to spread through the floor, a soft quiver that quickly became a steady pulse. Finally, after what could not have been more than a few seconds, there was a loud rumble that seemed like it had come from the temple just outside.</p><p></p><p>“What was that?” Quellan asked. He had reached reflexively for his mace as soon as the vibrations had begun, but he glanced knowingly over at Akhenon, who wore only his formal robes and carried no obvious weapons on his person. There was no way that the dwarf cleric could have missed the significance of that look, but there was no hesitation in his manner as he started toward the door.</p><p></p><p>Quellan quickly moved after him. “Elder… perhaps it would be wise to let me take the lead,” he said, unlimbering his shield so that the embedded symbol of Hosrenu was facing ahead.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf’s expression darkened, but he nodded.</p><p></p><p>Quellan advanced to the door that led to the main temple and pushed against it with his shield.</p><p></p><p>The temple was dark, and for a moment Quellan thought that the lamps in the nave had all gone out. But then he realized that the light from the lamps behind the altar stone just suddenly <em>stopped</em> at a sharp edge of blackness that filled the central space, maybe ten steps from where he stood.</p><p></p><p>Akhenon appeared in the doorway behind him. “Magical darkness,” he said, confirming Quellan’s suspicion. The dwarf stepped forward and raised his holy symbol, calling upon the power of his patron.</p><p></p><p>The book inscribed upon the cleric’s sigil flashed, and an echoing glow appeared at the summit of the nave, within the heart of the darkness. It quickly brightened, driving the shadows away until the nave was filled with brilliant <em>daylight</em>.</p><p></p><p>The light revealed the source of the disturbance they had detected just moments below. The solid stone floor of the temple had collapsed as if had suddenly turned to sand, forming a sinkhole almost eight feet across in the center of the floor. No, not sand, Quellan amended as he saw the awful black forms clambering up out of the hole. The stone had become mud, mud that clung to and caked the trolls as they cried out and lifted their arms to shield their eyes from the sudden brightness.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 7486948, member: 143"] Sure. I've been keeping them updated, I just haven't posted them recently. First the update: * * * Chapter 198 “I should still be down there,” Quellan said as he and Akhenon made their way back through the carved doors into the Temple of Hosrenu. “There could be injuries needing immediate treatment…” “They will be a while,” the dwarf priest said. “I wanted to get your opinion of something I found in our archives this morning. A reference to the Libram.” Quellan followed him into the nave of the temple. The place was empty. “I would have thought to see more people here,” he said. “I have found that in times of crisis, people seek out the solace of faith.” “They will come when the crisis is over,” Akhenon said. “Until then, everyone has something to do to assist in the defense.” The old cleric moved swiftly past the orderly rows of pews and turned to the side door that led to his sanctuary. Quellan was just a few steps behind. The room was cool and quiet, the coals in the stove banked low. “Wait here, I’ll get the book,” Akhenon said. Quellan walked over to the seismograph. The device was interesting. The one here was simpler than the one buried under the Gate, with only the one sensor providing data. The reverberations caused by the giants’ mining operations below were clearly visible, extending back to a sharper ridge of jolts that he knew represented the assault upon the Darkfall Gate. He studied the inscribed pattern intently. He was certainly not an expert in the device, though he had grasped the basic principles behind its operation. There was something there, something more… “What is it?” a voice said, stirring Quellan from his reverie. He looked to and saw that Akhenon had returned and had come into the room. “I’m not certain,” the half-orc replied. “Do you have a seeing glass?” Wordlessly the dwarf went over to one of the bookcases and produced a fist-sized lens bound in brass. He handed it to Quellan, who studied the sphere through it. “The seismograph in the Gate is more sensitive than this one and is constantly monitored,” Akhenon said. “This one is something of a backup, and allows for a limited triangulation of sources.” When Quellan did not look up he added, “Well? What are you looking at?” Quellan drew back and handed over the looking glass. “These vibrations here,” he said, indicating a point with his thumbnail. The dwarf took a look. “Yes, they’re part of the enemy’s tunneling operation. You can see the consistency of the effort along the time axis…” “I think these might be separate,” Quellan said. “These little marks didn’t stand out on the one below.” “It’s natural for there to be some minor inconsistencies,” Akhenon said. “As I said, the different number of sensors... What? You do not agree?” Quellan held up a hand. “Look. There is a pattern. These particular marks appear here, and again here. Then a longer interval to here, almost overlapping with the attack on the Darkfall Gate. How long do these gaps represent?” Akhenon looked again. “Roughly eight hours from here to here. About twice that from here to here.” “So you would say it’s been almost eight hours since the most recent event?” Quellan said. Akhenon nodded, then looked up and met the half-orc’s eyes. “Spellcasting,” he said. “The tunneling operation, it could just be a cover,” Quellan said. “We need to get down to the Gate,” Akhenon said. But even as he started to turn away, Quellan grabbed his arm. “Look!” This time they didn’t need to resort to the looking glass. The marks were similar to the ones Quellan had highlighted earlier, but they were of a greater magnitude, easily overpowering the ongoing background ridges from the giants’ tunneling efforts far below them. They continued to swell, until the stylus was forging a mountain range across the slowly shifting sphere. As the seismograph traced the growing disturbance the two clerics could feel the vibrations start to spread through the floor, a soft quiver that quickly became a steady pulse. Finally, after what could not have been more than a few seconds, there was a loud rumble that seemed like it had come from the temple just outside. “What was that?” Quellan asked. He had reached reflexively for his mace as soon as the vibrations had begun, but he glanced knowingly over at Akhenon, who wore only his formal robes and carried no obvious weapons on his person. There was no way that the dwarf cleric could have missed the significance of that look, but there was no hesitation in his manner as he started toward the door. Quellan quickly moved after him. “Elder… perhaps it would be wise to let me take the lead,” he said, unlimbering his shield so that the embedded symbol of Hosrenu was facing ahead. The dwarf’s expression darkened, but he nodded. Quellan advanced to the door that led to the main temple and pushed against it with his shield. The temple was dark, and for a moment Quellan thought that the lamps in the nave had all gone out. But then he realized that the light from the lamps behind the altar stone just suddenly [i]stopped[/i] at a sharp edge of blackness that filled the central space, maybe ten steps from where he stood. Akhenon appeared in the doorway behind him. “Magical darkness,” he said, confirming Quellan’s suspicion. The dwarf stepped forward and raised his holy symbol, calling upon the power of his patron. The book inscribed upon the cleric’s sigil flashed, and an echoing glow appeared at the summit of the nave, within the heart of the darkness. It quickly brightened, driving the shadows away until the nave was filled with brilliant [i]daylight[/i]. The light revealed the source of the disturbance they had detected just moments below. The solid stone floor of the temple had collapsed as if had suddenly turned to sand, forming a sinkhole almost eight feet across in the center of the floor. No, not sand, Quellan amended as he saw the awful black forms clambering up out of the hole. The stone had become mud, mud that clung to and caked the trolls as they cried out and lifted their arms to shield their eyes from the sudden brightness. [/QUOTE]
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