“Hurry and get the site covered! Those storm clouds are
rolling in faster than we thought!” Shouted a thin man in coveralls and a
floppy hat.
Several other people in similar dress raced about pulling
tarps behind them. Several more were busy packing items in wooden crates full
of straw.
“Get those crates filled and get the wagons moving!” The man
continued to shout as he walked around the area.
This looked to be an enormous find for the archeology guild
and all thanks to a random act of nature.
Several weeks prior, in the foothills of the Frost Peak
Mountains, a small rockslide quickly turned into a colossal landside of earth
and stone. The only witness to the event was the local fauna. Three days later,
a trio of hunters were working their way through the area and realized all this
earth and stone had uncovered something, a trio of stone slabs and various bits
of broken pottery. They tried move the stone slabs but they would not budge.
They dug around in the loose dirt and rock and managed to recover some intact
clay urns and a few metal trinkets. They made a small map to the location and
continued on their hunt. They would turn the objects over to their village
elders when they returned to their small village.
A week later and the objects the hunters found were at the
archeological guild in Stonekeep. They were being studied and cross referenced
to other pieces from the area. After a few days it was deterimed that these
objects were made from one of the various long dead nomadic human hill tribes.
The doors were more than likely led into small burial mounds. It was a good
find and worth further investigation.
A crew of students and midlevel guild members left within
days to begin to excavate the region. They would need to work fast as fall was
ending the winter snows would soon begin.
A week of near constant digging managed to unveil three fully sealed
tombs and a plethora of small pottery, idols to long lost gods and several
small silver and gold tokens in the shapes of animals. All this was gathered, catalouged and loaded for
transport back to Stonekeep.
Now the late fall weather was finally starting to become an
issue. The temperature was dropping more every day. Frost was beginning to form
on the ground overnight. The leader of the excavation made the call to secure
the site for the coming winter. He knew that soon this area would be under
several inches to a foot of snow.
Although there was one archeologist who thought differently.
He had been studying the lost nomadic human tribes for some time. The small
tokens and pottery found at the site only furthered his belief. This was more than just an ancient
tribal burial mound this was the final resting spot of an ancient tribal
warlord. A tribal warlord known to have acquired a large amount of wealth.
Not only that but after a few months of study he knew that
the guild was housing the keys to unlock these tombs and was clueless to the fact.
Even better the site would soon be abandoned for the season. There would be no
prying eyes to see him explore the burial chambers. There would be no other
members that he would to share the knowledge and glory. This could be “the”
find for him.
However, he might need help with potential critters in the
area and even worse within the sealed tombs. Thankfully, he had some contacts
that could be persuaded help and might even enjoy some tomb ancient
exploration.
Lukas Fudderer grabbed his long coat, a set of pouches, a
large and bulky backpack, a finely crafted crossbow and a small pouch of gold
crowns. He looked at his clock and knew that he needed to head to Old Towne. A
few of them would be at the Slaughtered Hog tavern and he could pitch his plan
to them there.
No comments:
Post a Comment