Virtual Caveman Posted January 17 Report Posted January 17 (edited) Testing a new theory today. My scattered interests bring about a lack of time spent properly dedicated to smithing an improvement to my defenses. With knowledge of the purification and smithing of iron, here I dive into this cave with salvaged bronze batting. The skill with which this armor was made certainly made its repairing easy - even obvious. But the defenses satisfactory for a common guard of that Archive culture prove insufficient against the augmented terrors that lie in the bowels near site 7-A. For now, peripheral exploration will suffice as supplementary to my research, until time provides an opportunity for less busy hands. Despite my feverish attempts to discover more about the cryptobiology of these unnatural troglobites, the lump in my throat as I begin my descent never shrinks. Amidst a nearby sidelong branch of the cave were small quarters featuring one bed, one set of plateware, a chest with scattered bones and unused torches, and old clothes and tools that indicated the former resident was a surgeon, or some other sort of doctor. Perhaps they had a kid to take care of down here as well, as a single childs toy rested in a cabinet by the bed. Perhaps an heirloom. A long blown out lantern lay by the door, of brass construction. Further down the main cave this iron vein was formed in lies a relatively long passage submerged in water. Previously, I had only brought torches as my source of light, leaving that portion unexplored. As luck would have it, this lantern can survive a brief submersion without extinguishing. No need to have bothered; past one small cave-in, only a dead end awaited me. I don't know of many other unexplored portions of this cave. One section is unknown, however. Upon my first descent beyond the vein of iron, when I was first ambushed by the scurrying of that albino shiver, I ran forward and stumbled into the ruin and discovered translocator number 7. Having to repair it and thus it featuring no known pair, it was designated Translocator 7-A. Since then I have done my best to document the peculiarities present. What I first felt descending the rope ladder down here, however, was not documented. It felt unhelpful, irrelevant, an obvious reaction to being chased in a dark corridor far from topside sunlight. But I know I was being watched. More than watched, observed. Never once did I stop to look behind me. -VC 05July02 Edited January 17 by Virtual Caveman 1
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