Fall 20, 511 A.V. The day was bright and clear, the heavens a blue vault above that stretched from the sea to the tops of the barren hills, unmarred by even a trace of cloud. The breeze was brisk – bordering on cold, as it whistled in over the water. To Syllke, it was the perfect temperature, cool and refreshing after the hot summer of this more southerly clime. The little trek to the road construction site had not taken long at all. Within hailing distance of those who worked at the apex of the infant thoroughfare, which was inching its way painstakingly into the mountains of post-Valterrian slag and rubble, he and his two companions had veered off. There was a track leading off into the foothills, and then another, both created by the ones in charge of assessing the best route to lay the new road. It was along this second track, somewhat recently crafted, that the caves lay. Syllke had heard about them from Astrid, and was, as always, curious. In Avanthal, he had ventured into ice caves. And of course there were the shallow subterranean caverns that were utilized to grow the scant crops that were hardy enough to prosper with just stormgems . But he had yet to really go down into the belly of the earth. He had heard so many tales of wondrous sites, and creatures even, to be witnessed in the dark. Galio had offered that caves might not be as exciting as were claimed, but he too was along for this little excursion, curious, as Syllke was. Vanos probably had the most experience of subterranean exploration of the three of them, and Syllke was very glad to have his company. The Isur’s strength, along with the potential ferocity of a bear, seemed like a good safety net for this adventure. With the stiff breeze ruffling his long, dark hair, Syllke stood at the entrance to one of the caves. High enough for him to stand upright, wide enough for ten men to stand side by side, the light quickly gave way to darkness some ten meters beyond, and the cave narrowed considerably. But from what Syllke had been told, the narrow passage they must traverse, both going up and then down, soon enough gave way to a wide inner cavern, and then more passages and caverns beyond that. Pulling three tiny stormgems from his pocket, he handed one each to Galio and Vanos, keeping the last in his own palm. Here in the bright sunshine, they barely glowed. But he knew once in the utter darkness of the cave they were capable of illuminating a space of ten or so meters across. He had borrowed these from a visiting Zeltivian scholar at the Lyceum, upon threat of death if he did not return them that evening. But that would not be a problem – this foray below the earth would only be for about three hours or so. They had no intention of wandering about too much inside – it would be far too easy to get lost. With his ever present smile, Syllke asked of both Galio and Vanos, “Ready? Who wants to take the lead – and who will bring up the rear – just in case we discover a colony of Zith.” |