EVERYONE
As soon as Harfik provokes the miners into action, the entire group mobilizes forces to find the better means to carry the child. They might be weak and unable to fight, but the men are surely handy. In no time, they manage to find a metal plate, loosened from some old contraption, and with pieces of loose cabling they improvise a dragging cart of sorts. They accommodate the child as best as they can, bundling cloth and cables to keep it from falling, and from then on they pull the kid around.
Even the child seemed to like it, becoming drowsy as soon as taken from her mother's arms.
You were taught wrong, whether from intention to keep you uninformed and docile or through genuine ignorance of the world at large, but your world view needs quick adjustment.
Embla doesn't seem to take Thulwar's last few words very well. Clearly she doesn't see herself as someone to be tamed. Her willful manners are clear in her tone of voice. "Keep us docile? Ha! Even a Teraphim would know better!" - she scavenges the surrounding area as the group makes way to the elevator, finding a substitute for her improvised club. "But still..." - she tests the balance of a metal shard she intends to use as a sword - "...I'd like to see this world of yours... You say you're from beneath. Sure you've heard of the Demon City, then, and the treachery that led to it's ascension? The cities could use allies in the war against the blood demons." - she seems far more comfortable now that the child is no longer burdening her, as if her war-like spirit had found opportunity to awaken.
"Royal honors are mine to regain in this.. foreign place."
"There's honor to be had, I assure you, prince!" - she smiles. "The beasts below are furious and many a myth still lives on! You'll be pleased when you see the opportunities to demonstrate your skills!" - she boasts, clearly mistaking the prince's search for an adventuring thirst.
Yttrian studies the remnants at the platform's floor while the others talk. As soon as everyone reaches the pavilion, the elevator starts up, producing a symphony of rusted and pained noises.
"I know this..." - the elf continues. "I've seen it done many times before." - he turns one of the wings around, showing a melted, burned pectoral. "This is a jump vest. Probably destroyed in battle. By light-crossbows." - he rises his own gun. "Allowed for short bursts of flight. Think you can mess with it?" - he looks at Thulwar.
Around the group, the long way up shows a sample of the many levels unfolding between the command room and the living quarters. As the platform moves up, the various levels are touched by light, first from the elevator itself, and then from flickering, uncertain lines on the walls and roof.
The first floor shows many large doors and walls, signaled in vivid colors and strange patterns. Amidst this, the strange silhouette of human like giants lay in place, as if petrified by spells cast long ago. Before they can see more, a second level flickers around, this time showing glass-walled rooms and several panels, like Amberilan's. Voices and sounds arise, lines and maps flickering on all screens. The third one, the control room, is just above, some twenty feet away. Suddenly, the elevator stops, producing a great shock!
[Ok, dex saving throw DC 12! Those who fail will fall prone!]
The lights go out, and the heroes are left in the dark, except for the flickering lights of the second and third floor. They're stuck in the middle, lights flickering against twisted metal and solid crates.
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