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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2030817" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 9: Death in the FamilyOk folks, here's your first update for Chapter 9.  Enjoy!!  (BTW, I'm working on another one now, since this isn't all that terribly long)-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------At daybreak, the Heroes of Marchford stood at the entrance of the well.  The quickly rising sun cast constantly shifting shadows into the mouth of the underdark.  An inspection of the few remaining splinters of door easily cancelled any thoughts of barricading the well.  Even if the pieces had been larger, their ability to hold back the tides of the deep evil would not have made much difference.Instead, the Heroes dismissed the idea of a barricade and decided to collapse the well.  Pitons had been surgically placed within the well, Magnus dangling like a spider from its web inspecting the structural integrity of the tunnel.  Old Buric merely watched, his eyes slowly taking to the early morning light it had once known.  The Heroes had informed him that the trip for this morning would not be going northward to Andorric’s Stepps but more to the southwest, a city called Dun Moor.  He had heard of the city in his youth and was grateful for any place aside from the deeping delve.  “Probably,” he contemplated, “there is nothing left for me at home by now anyway.”  The rationalization couldn’t complete fend off the sadness of his loss.A shout preceded Magnus’ return to the surface, that classic childish grin on his place.  “It’s perfect.  A few good hits in one spot will collapse the entrance.  And if there are any following, they’ll be digging for years if they’re not drowned outright.  Hammer please?”Motega grabbed the small hammer, a piton and passed them over to the mage.  “You sure?”“Oh yes,” emphatic nodding, “I did study with a stone masons guild and one of my first teachers taught me quite a lot about architecture.  This tunnel isn’t worked and isn’t sturdy by any stretch of my imagination.  A few well placed hits and I promise it’ll collapse.  Just, uh, do me a favor.  When I yell, pull me up quickly.”  Instructions delivered, the mage dove back into the hole.Tobias, Motega, Fitz and even Buric grabbed onto the silken rope, muscles tensed and waited.  Twenty-five feet below the sound of metal-on-metal-on-stone echoed upward toward the light.  The earth sighed and trembled a bit.  The shifting quickly stopped and the earth was still.  A sharp clang assaulted the air followed by a cry.  All four above the well pulled sharply on the silken rope and heaved backward, shifting Magnus toward the sky.  Magnus’ two-hundred pound frame flew out of the well and onto the ground as the earth roared.The earth shook and trembled, roaring an unquenchable growl as the mouth began to collapse.  Spitting dust into the early morning sky, the mouth closed and the delving deep’s throat also closed.  The ground sunk in, a snake slithering northward toward the highest section of Llyndofare’s walls.  The serpent stopped easily twenty feet from the main keep, the growl slowly subsiding as the arterial spout of dust and debris settled to the earth.“Well done, mage,” Fitz congratulated with a pat on the back.“I second that,” Tobias conceded.“Thank the Gods!!” screamed Buric.“Not bad,” grunted Motega.  “Let’s go.”  The Rorn turned to grab his gear.</blockquote>

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