With the kobold mask now added to my collection, it was time to sneak inside and see what the Crag Mines had to offer. I figure there should be a few leftover nuggets of copper that Alley and I could make use of. And if nothing else, who doesn’t want to go exploring into old mines shafts that have been abandoned and shut down. Who knows what those Thug types are up to down there, perhaps we could disrupt their nefarious plans. What could possibly go wrong?

Our exploration was slightly put on hold as we scouted a ferry tucked away on the coast from our previous visit. I had to ask the age old question, where does this rowboat lead to? Elysium according to the sign next to it.

We jumped aboard and soon found ourselves in the new town of Port Phoenix and who should be there to meet us but Kayzn Phoenixfyre, the governor of said town. A good evening to you! I’m flattered but you didn’t have to go to all this trouble just because I was stopping by. But I shant turn down any offerings of food you may be so inclined to dole out.

And with that, Kayzn took it upon himself to give us a tour of his fine city. It’s actually a city by the marsh which sprawls off into the distance. We arrived on the dock and what should we find in front of us, but Wody’s Bar relocated and rebuilt. If you recall, Wody and the others of Port Phoenix were set up in Kingsport, but have since moved into their own territory.

As expected, the bar was a fine set up and would well suit an ale drinking crowd. I believe there was some sort of stage in the center where you could stand and serenade the onlookers with your musical stylings. I believe a sufficient quantity of ale would be needed for such musings.

From there we had a look at all the vast and fine assortment of goods available from their vendor, had a quick demonstration of Gustball at their new arena, took a look at their business offices and even had a quick word with their Town Crier. I’m a bit fearful of that chap. It seems he’s got a bit of a dark cloud over his head as well as a curse. He’s part of the undead and has to work off some penance by being the Town Crier. Well, good luck with that. I would offer you a snifter of this ale, but it appears you’ve already fallen face down in the street.

Overall, it was a fine tour and Kayzn was a very gracious host. Not only did he give us a lay of the land, but gave us a bit of the history and legend of his town. They are in full swing of putting their town together and mapping out the complex.

Kayzn had other pressing business to attend, so Alley and I took our leave and decided now was as good a time as any to risk our lives at whatever might be lurking in the Crag Mines.

To be honest, one mine really looks like any other with poorly laid out track and the remains of workers who were either treated badly, worked to death, or were treated badly then worked to death. I hate that crunching sound they make when you kick them out of the way.

With the path cleared, we followed the tracks to see where they might lead. They lead down, but only for so long and it was soon revealed that this mine had plenty of secrets hidden within. There are many side tunnels overlooked by the original miners quite rich with copper. Good thing I don’t leave home without my trusty pickaxe!

As we worked our way down the tunnels, we kept finding side rooms loaded with ore. Why the devil did these silly workers not stick around and keep working? Clearly they have no idea how to search for this stuff. Lazy devils, no wonder they got the business end of the lash.

And it wasn’t just copper we found. Indeed we found a few stores of what I will say are stolen antiquities. Alley and I uncovered quite a few statues, paintings and vases. It may be that this whole mining operation is nothing more than a front for stolen loot. New Britannia is just riddled with all sorts of black market dealings. It’s quite shameful really. Perhaps we will liberate these on the way back to the surface.

We continued further down and soon hit the end of the line. Literally. The tracks ran out and it looks like there might have been a cave in. But no, not a cave in, a cover up! Leave it to Alley to clear away this faux debris and reveal one of the most rickety and dangerous ladders I have ever seen!

No, no need to go any further Alley, I’m sure there’s nothing down in that bleak pit of despair that we would be interested in. How about we go for Bark Bread? I’m buying!

Alas, that was not enough to dissuade Alley from venturing further. Curse her and her need for intrepid exploration!

Well, I suppose someone will eventually miss us and come looking, so sure, let’s head down into the creepy tunnel. This opened up into a much larger series of tunnels and what do you know, more copper. Copper that was quickly mined and added to the stash I admit.

But this wasn’t the only life threatening downward facing shaft in this cavern, there was indeed another. Since we’d come this far, no reason for common sense to kick in and keep us from going further. So down we went and soon a grim discovery was made.

I should have known something was wrong from all the bones scattered about the mineshaft floor. When the bodies start piling up, it’s a reasonable assumption something disagreeable is afoot.

Then we discovered the journal and made note of the final entry. From the scribbling it noted that foul beasts lurk further down in these caverns and for their own safety they collapsed the tunnels.

Steady on now, what does this mean? Is there something evil lying in wait just around this corner? As soon as the comment was made, the Fire and Earth Elementals made their debut intent on shaking my bowels and setting my hair on fire. Oh the horror!

Through cunning and strategy we survived their attack, but all was not safe. The entire chamber rocked and echoed as the ground rumbled ferociously. The entire place was woefully unstable and we were tossed about violently. Even though there was certain and immanent death, that didn’t deter me from grabbing some of those sparkling crystals. These crystals will cover the cost of the fountain I want to buy!

But living to pickaxe another day became a necessity and we darted out before things really got bad. There is no need to worry about a fate worse than death, death is bad enough.

Back up the ladders we climbed to safer ground. Good thing too, as there was more copper to mine. And by mine, I mean mine. I’m taking this stuff with me.

I have to say we did indeed fill our pockets with loot, but there is some nasty business calling those old mineshafts home. I’m not entirely sure I want to go out there again, it’s a touch dangerous. But that is a concern for another day, the immediate problem was unloading all this copper. My pockets, leggings and satchel were full of the stuff so I stashed it in my super secret vault of holding located just inside my house in Braemar.

I can make copper ingots a plenty, I just need something to do with them. But before we got onto that, Bark Bread?

 

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Whoa! Look at this dock! Smells like wood!

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Well hello there your governorship, sweet bar! I see you are a man of taste and refinement.

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Nice gustball arena you have here. That is quite a keen tornado you have going there.

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Kayzn my good man, you have quite a pleasing view from your office up here. I must compliment you on your bridge.

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Well now, seems this mine had some shady dealings. Stolen arts and treasures?

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I knew it! Stolen carrots. The depravity of some people.

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You want me to go down there? You know it’s a death trap right? What if I slip and fall and lose my hat?

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Quite a cavern we have down here. I like their waterfall. Wait, glowing plants? Something about this seems strange.

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Wahoo! Copper!

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Oh dear, what a mess we have here. I’m going to go out on a limb and say something bad happened.

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I see you over there wicked elemental. Make no mistake, I’m a crack shot and will shoot you in the backside from here!

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Gadzooks! Crystals! And bowel shaking tremors! But more importantly, crystals!

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

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