Gravedigging

Qaes


"Oh no," Elluh says under her breath. She sees it immediately once Warren moves. The stick is off center four centimeters. There is no guarantee, but she is sure if the dynamite is left like that, the structure wouldn't be breached. Worse yet, the explosion would kick debris and shrapnel out at them.


Elluh vaults over the partition she was taking cover behind screaming, "Get down! Get down!" She slips her balled up handkerchief under the stick just so. Then she drops down into her calculated spot. It should keep her under the explosion. She might not be able to hear for the next two hours, but this was worth it.

Intellect+Craft: 4 successes


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The explosion is near flawless, a perfectly placed charge to crack open that old shell and leave a scorched chunk of metalloplas rocking in the sun and reflecting light like a signal mirror.


The detonation echoes across the plains for some time.  The interior of the spire is filled with a cloud of dust, slowly settling, and the dim lights of ancient machines flicking through the haze.


Bentley returns to excitedly bowf-ing at the opening.
 
Qaes


Elluh stands and brushes debris from her clothes. There's a ringing in her ears and her vision is blurry. She gropes herself all over making sure she's in one piece. Then, she breathes a sigh of relief.


Finally, she turns and looks at the breach. Perfect. She peeks down into the spire.
 
Ellie Dalton


Peeking out from behind the fallen column that she had taken shelter behind, Ellie takes a look at the new entrance, patting down Bentley as she does so.


"Good boy Bentley, good boy," she practically sing songs, rubbing him up and down after feeding him another treat.


A quick glance into the spire, and the woman purses her lips with a nod.


"Fine hole there," she says, clapping Qaes on the shoulder. "Ya might be a mite mouthy, but that was a good catch there,"


"Dangerous as all get out to do whatcha did, but weren't nobody hurt, so I think we're all dandy, hm?"


"S'big enough to fit the jeep ya think?"
 
There's no getting a jeep in there - it's a big chamber, but the nearest intact floor is a dozen feet down. Better to use a rope ladder and hope for stairs or something. 


What remains of the room in the tip of the spire looks like a control room of some kind, a few consoles still feebly glowing with emergency power. Not a lot of floor left after that detonation, though.
 
Ellie Dalton


Sucking in through her teeth and sighing, Ellie makes something of a face.


"On secon' thought, maybe not," she thinks aloud, leaning carefully over the drop. "We're gonna need a rope. Prob'ly a couple, if there's more drops like this,"


Pacing over to the truck she starts gatering as much of the hiking gear she can carry. Pitons, ropes, harnesses, and hammers.


"Bes' start suitin' up folks,"
 
  Shielding his eyes against the immense amounts of dust that kicked up, Jackson stumbles around the side of the truck, taking a good look a the newly made hole. At first, all he saw were two silhouettes standing in front of it, but, as floating debris dissipated, his vision was clear enough to point out Elluh staring over into spire, and Ellie walking towards the trucks. Probably to get climbing equipment. Jackson thought to himself, not exactly sure why they couldn't fit the entire truck in there until he got close enough to peer into the chasm. 


"That's a bit of a way down" He says, accompanying the sentence with a whistle. He leans in even deeper, his entire torso over the edge, trying to glean as much as he could from this distance. In a few minutes of climbing, he'd be down there. THERE. Inside the bloody tombs themselves. He simply can't help but smile excitedly. 
 
Warren

He sighs to himself. A bizzare, throttled hiss against the rebreather. Fucking up already. Wonderful.
"I'll go first, I guess..." the first words out of his mouth this entire venture. He even sounds awkward while talking. Oddly strained and even more mechanical sounding than his breathing. A dig in his napsack, produces the 30 feet of steel wire which he carries to the breach.

A quick glance down the abyss for a look at footholds, before securing the line and slowly, slowly, lowering himself into the darkness, abseiling into the void, the spikes on his heavy trekking boots scuffing the walls, clattering small pebbles and sand and grit as he descended.

Standing at last, he tugs the line, cocks his head and waves lazily, waiting for the rest to follow, taking position below the fissure to catch anyone whose grip slips.

--

ROLLS
Roll for looking for safe way down:
Intuition 3+1 // Awareness 3
Roll(4d12)+0: 4,1,2,8,+0 = 1 success

Roll for securing the line:
Dex 3 // Craft 3
Roll(3d12)+0: 5,5,8,+0 = 1 success

Roll for abseiling:
Dex 3+1 // Athletics 3
Roll(4d12)+0: 4,9,10,5,+0 = 2 success
 
Ellie Dalton

"You ready for this Ains?" asks Ellie with a grin.

Ainsley snorts.

"I may not be a scrav like yerself Ellie, but Da Dalton didn't raise no wiltin' lillies," she responds haughtily.

"He sure didn't," Ellie agrees, grin widening as she heads towards the newly formed fissure. As she walks, with a sharp short whistle Bentley hops up onto her shoulders with alarming grace. His tails bobs lazily to and fro, and Ellie reaches back and clips herself to his harness. Saves herself from having to go find him if he does a fool thing like jump off halfway, but enough slack that the two of them wouldn't get entangled if Tomb forbid, they fell.

"Thankee kindly Warren," she chimes as she steps past him, affixing herself to the lines. Ainsley's not far behind her.
 
Elluh Qaes

Elluh eyes Ellie with a frown. A thousand phrases and words fly through her mind, all negative at best, scathing at worst. Realizing they'd be spending the better part of hours, perhaps days, together, she utters a single word to Ellie as she hooks up. "Careful."

Elluh waits her turn on the line.
 
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