Pvt .T.
28-11-2006, 12:26
He left them for a moment to the landing site of that island..he would only need to do something and quick. He runs through the small paths leading through mountanous caverns and then goes to a nearby bush. There he opens a camouflaged manhole and climbs down the ladders into the darkness. He lights his torch and looks around carefuly before treadging through the dark tunnel. At the end of this tunnel, he travels to a dead end, ladders leading up to a second manhole. He climbs up and opens it. He has arrived to his old home...
There isn't much left..just the old well standing in its usual place, partly decayed of age.. he looks up to the sky and remembers how well hidden this place was. It was somehow between 2 growing mountains. Altough a very small spot but indeed, not easily found. No other path lead there except the tunnel. The sun would only shine momentarily through the mountains into the camp. And thanks to the small fogs usually at the mountains, it was possible of making camp fires without the trail of smoke revealing the place.
He travels to the ruins of a small stone fortress, surrounded by the area which was usually called the ''The Lair of the Blades''. The fortress itself..he still remembers the name..''Protector of the Ones With No Land''. Mostly in ruins, he travels through the front door and walks into the lower levels of this old fortress. There he finds somekind of vault.
''Still intact..good.'' -he mumbles to himself.
He starts tapping some sections of the brick wall next to the door. After awhile after remembering the code, the vault door opens up. The noise it makes is huge but fortunately the voice can't go far from underground.
He enters the vault and inside there are still old weapons, shields and armor but most of them in rust, barely useable.
''The Archives must be still intact. The rats should have not been able to get in here.'' -he thinks.
He travels abit of further of the vault and notices the shelves of papers. He takes most of them but seems to be only interested on some certain ones. He wipes off the dust and then puts them into the other bag which he took.
After awhile, he then leaves the vault, closing it and leaving the old base. He travels back through the manholes and conceals them. He travels back to his friends, only hoping though that they won't pay too much attention to the other bag he is now carrying.
''They will find use of these.'' -he mumbles. A small smile appears on his face. ''Lots of use..''
*OOC : Sorry I wrote in 3 person so it doesnt actually make up as a journal but I wished to be sure to make an own seperate thread*
There isn't much left..just the old well standing in its usual place, partly decayed of age.. he looks up to the sky and remembers how well hidden this place was. It was somehow between 2 growing mountains. Altough a very small spot but indeed, not easily found. No other path lead there except the tunnel. The sun would only shine momentarily through the mountains into the camp. And thanks to the small fogs usually at the mountains, it was possible of making camp fires without the trail of smoke revealing the place.
He travels to the ruins of a small stone fortress, surrounded by the area which was usually called the ''The Lair of the Blades''. The fortress itself..he still remembers the name..''Protector of the Ones With No Land''. Mostly in ruins, he travels through the front door and walks into the lower levels of this old fortress. There he finds somekind of vault.
''Still intact..good.'' -he mumbles to himself.
He starts tapping some sections of the brick wall next to the door. After awhile after remembering the code, the vault door opens up. The noise it makes is huge but fortunately the voice can't go far from underground.
He enters the vault and inside there are still old weapons, shields and armor but most of them in rust, barely useable.
''The Archives must be still intact. The rats should have not been able to get in here.'' -he thinks.
He travels abit of further of the vault and notices the shelves of papers. He takes most of them but seems to be only interested on some certain ones. He wipes off the dust and then puts them into the other bag which he took.
After awhile, he then leaves the vault, closing it and leaving the old base. He travels back through the manholes and conceals them. He travels back to his friends, only hoping though that they won't pay too much attention to the other bag he is now carrying.
''They will find use of these.'' -he mumbles. A small smile appears on his face. ''Lots of use..''
*OOC : Sorry I wrote in 3 person so it doesnt actually make up as a journal but I wished to be sure to make an own seperate thread*