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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7381803" data-attributes="member: 6799460">Annit: Crack CreepingBack to the wall, Annit carefully stepped sideways with her torch held out. Another step or two and something felt different, beneath her boot. Soft and dark. Crouching to investigate, she was surprised to find that there was a layer of black moss, or some kind of mold growing upon the floor. Well, it helped one to move more quietly at least. Moving further, it was obvious that this area of the space was covered in it! The walls, the stone ceiling above too. It thickened the further she wandered towards a dark corner, just at the edge of the torchlight.It was then that she saw the mound. A black misshapen pile of old bones, rusty iron, tattered cloth and wait… a few things that reflected back her light. The mass extended all the way up to the twenty foot ceiling and was some ten feet wide. It smelled like sour meat, but that didn’t stop her. A thief’s curiosity got the better of the rogue.After taking a moment to retrieve a pair of thin leather gloves from her pack, and attempting to hold her breath, she started to gently brush aside some of the moss that covered much of the pile. Interesting. She pocketed something. A smile then, as she held another object out to her torch before pocketing that also. There was something else glittering, higher up, she reached out for it and slid it out from the old stinky home. Nice.Unexpectedly, a patch of moss tumbled to the ground. She looked up and almost screamed at what lay nearer the top! A face, pale as death, a bulbous nose, and eyes brown, staring out into nothingness. A lump grew in her throat and fine hairs on her arms stood to attention like well-disciplined soldiers. The captive’s eyes blinked then, as she heard it take a raggard inhale from parched white lips.She ran then, fast as her legs would take her back the way she’d come. Just as she reached the entrance to the crack, she swore she might have heard a crackle. F***.Annit sprung from the other side of the crevice like a cottontail with a hunter in pursuit. It was sooo good to see her colleagues still there, unharmed. Her heart was racing, her skin lacking much of it's earlier color, her hands felt clammy with fear and sweat.“There is someone alive in there! We have to help it! I saw a face in a pile of junk! I found some stuff too,” she exclaimed, panting. In an outstretched hand she showed them a small disc of glass, a small chip in one side and a tiny fracture in it's lens. Also, a small black slither of basalt with a clear shaft protruding from it. An inch high or so it was, and hexagonal in cross-section. A gemstone!She would tell them everything she’d noticed, including the ominous crackle she had heard upon departure. Well almost everything. There was still one item unaccounted for...</blockquote>

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