Into the Mines
A new module for Superliga
The Mines. Month after month, the earth was plundered by those who laboured in her rich womb.
The precious ores were carried down the mountain into Anchorage City to be shaped into tools of war and arcane foci for use in Project Overlay. Until...
...The Machine Kings are never merciful when they stir. Like some great jungle feline, they emerged from their shadowy cover to take down their prey in one fell bite...
...Some say, in the pre-dawn light, one could make out the silhouette of an elf descending into the open maw of the caverns. No sound emerge, only the stench of death as the mine became a tomb...
...A band of raiders from Tom Halbut thrown wildly off-course by the swirling of an arcane vortex descended upon the worker's camp, hacking apart the few who raised arms against their attackers and butchering the rest as they slept in their beds...
...The first sign that they were under siege by the occult was when the little canary in its cage started wheezing, although they were barely beneath the surface of the earth. The second was several seconds later, when the pathetic little corpse started chirping again...
...One day, the mine just stopped...
The Mines. Month after month, the earth was plundered by those who laboured in her rich womb.
The precious ores were carried down the mountain into Anchorage City to be shaped into tools of war and arcane foci for use in Project Overlay. Until...
...The Machine Kings are never merciful when they stir. Like some great jungle feline, they emerged from their shadowy cover to take down their prey in one fell bite...
...Some say, in the pre-dawn light, one could make out the silhouette of an elf descending into the open maw of the caverns. No sound emerge, only the stench of death as the mine became a tomb...
...A band of raiders from Tom Halbut thrown wildly off-course by the swirling of an arcane vortex descended upon the worker's camp, hacking apart the few who raised arms against their attackers and butchering the rest as they slept in their beds...
...The first sign that they were under siege by the occult was when the little canary in its cage started wheezing, although they were barely beneath the surface of the earth. The second was several seconds later, when the pathetic little corpse started chirping again...
...One day, the mine just stopped...