Log:Wyrm Hole

Wyrm Hole
Participants Alexander, S	DD YYYY '
Location
It's early in the morning. The type of early where the sun isn't really out, birds are incessantly chirping, and the morning dew still hangs from the leaves. Ezi said what he needs only comes out during this time. A bright-mole he called it. Getting to the location was easy enough. Two gates that lead to the mountain from the west and east, although the trip is a long one despite the relative lack of difficulty. Due to his own extreme, Wyrd nature many of the beasts and fauna are more than happy to give Alexander his peace a he walks the trod further and further up. Alezander is out in all his glory, as it were, clad only in a pair of utilitarian shorts, his Big Belt of Brawn and the scaly bracers attached to each wrist. He made the journey simply enough, and infact sings as he meanders up the path, it's really lousy singing too, in this case Metallica's Whiskey in The Jar. Swinging his head and great mossy beard back forth in beat to the imaginary tune. It takes Alexander some time to find his quarry. However, it spots him before he can get anything close to a hold of it. The thing is much further up and a bit off the trod. It is as Eziyishumi described. A glowing, yellow light hidden among the underbrush. It isn't there for too long. He can hear the telltale sounds of earth being moved around before there's silence and that light is gone. "Hey! Get back here!" Alexander roars after the light as it vanishes, offended by the nerve of the creature for fleeting. Snorting he begins to pick up speed, from a lazy saunter to running up the mountainside with a grunt. Taking the most direct and short route neccecary to get to where he saw it. One quick step, then another and Alexander launches himself into a giant leap up the mountainside, over thorns and rocks to land where the light was last seen. Snorting as he does, looking around squinting for any signs or tracks of the thing. That lean unsettles a bit of earth, and frightens off many of the surrounding creatures. He was already a weird, Wyrd halfing, but now he's brought his big self over to them. Alexander can easily spot where the light mole dug through the earth. The hole is relatively large for most small animals, but nowhere near big enough for the gargantuan to fit through. That lean unsettles a bit of earth, and frightens off many of the surrounding creatures. He was already a weird, Wyrd halfing, but now he's brought his big self over to them. Alexander can easily spot where the light mole dug through the earth. The hole is relatively large for most small animals, but nowhere near big enough for the gargantuan to fit through. Another annoyed grunt from Alexander "Stop hiding you little creature." kneeling down next to the hole he does the very first thing that comes to mind, fearless with these things atleast and promptly tries to slide his thick arm down into the hole as deep as he can reach to see if he can grabb ahold of anything. Alex's arm goes deep. Way deep. He ends up pushing aside much of the dirt that makes up the wall of the hole. Some of it going further down the hole, and some of it simply forced out and upward as he expands the hole. However, there's no fur where he grabs. Simply the roots of tubers and the odd squish of some form of grub. Beyond such he comes up with air, but he can feel an odd wet heat coming from inside. It's almost like something is steaming down there. If violence at first doesn't succeed, try harder. Alexander simply pulls his arm upward, once as deep as his arm goes as if to bring the whole little tunel down and to try and start digging down, his stony fingers easily breaking dirt but not being able to hold much more than your average if oversized man. "Come out, come out wherever you are." he snorts, annoyed. He digs away a massive clump of dirt. Between his natural strength and the size of those mitts he calls hands he makes some decent progress. After about five minutes he can get something of view inside the hole. It goes down. Way, way down. It does have an end, at least, and he can see the faint glow of the light-mole down there. It looks up at him, those beaming eyes showing him how far down the hedge beast is. The hole is at least a solid thirty meters down if not a bit more. The beast doesn't wait for Alexander to dig more, and instead turns its digging at an angle before disapeparing out of sight. Grunting "Stop!" with little effect Alexander oncemore considers the challenge ahead, and takes the most direct route. With the hole down being open he prompts to stand atop of the weakened patch of earth and starts jumping to stomp down around it, supposedly with the "goal" of falling right through. The stomping does more than just unsettle the dirt around him. He quakes the earth around him with enough force that the ground around him shakes. He scares away the few remaining beasts that stood, watched, or were minding their own business. The ground does give way, but the fall isn't a painless one. The weakened earth around the hole gives away as he rushes down. In turn, however, dirt is rushing down over head. The tunnel he makes under his heavy weight along with the work done by the light-mole leads him down. Once he hits that bottom he's not done falling yet, either. The light-mole's been digging around here for god knows how long, and he's just breaking through tunnel after tunnel. Perhaps he was too .. enthusiastic, Alexander falls and hits the earth hard, then he falls again, and almost as if by instinct the glamour rushes around him and his skin hardens even further, not that it doesn't hurt, mind you. Crashing down further and further. Alexander's falling eventually comes to an. A wet, squishy end. He heard something of a squeak. He an feel that wetness below him. Looking down reveals faintly glowing, golden blood. Around him, he can see he's in something of a cavern not connected to anything he might outwardly know. Looking up reveals that the way he came is largely closed, and that dirt still falls bit by bit. It's with another grunt, Alexander seems to have many of those today, that he rises. Rolling his shoulders with a poping sound, as he rises there is another gush of glamour and a light starts to stream from him, for now keeping it just enough to be able to see clearly. Brushing dirt off himself as he inspects the blood, and then looks around to see if there is a trail to follow. That squeak and later squish came from what he fell on. It seems the Ogre fell upon the light mole. So small was it and so large was Alexander that it didn't stand much of a chance - akin to stepping on an insect. The cavern he's in is rather warm, and it feels as if it's a Florida summer inside here. Hot, humid, and wetness hanging in the air. From where he stands he can see several tunnels leading out of this massive hole in the earth. From what he can see of the tracks left by the light-mole, it was going through the second largest of the seven exits. Another dozen or so paw prints also look as if several things went back and forth through the largest exit. Another grunt, this time annoyed as Alexander reaches down to pick up the lightmole, atleast he can return with its corpse. After a brief inspection of the tracks he turns to meander down towards the largest exit. Still dusting himself off wiht his free hand. he light-mouse hangs limply in the grip of the knight-magus. Its blood glows as it flows on his hand, shinining just a bit brighter than the wreath of brilliance birthed from glamour. Along that large tunnel he can make out scratch marks or the like against the edges of the wall. Very oddly and unusually, the tunnel he moves through is large enough for his already large frame to pass through easily. Further along he can see what looks like an odd, almost triangular rock with a rough exterior and dark teal hue.