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Those that are cleaning the debris outside the castle.
Not knowing what was going on inside the castle and not caring, for they knew the place had been properly secured, the team who were working on the debris outside continued to move heavy stone and wood from the site, intent on locating the bodies of at least three personages. A were-tiger, a man called Silverfall, and Silverfall's large friend. Those were the three that had been seen ascending the stairs. They already knew that the duchess was at the top...for there was no physical way to even get her down. She had stayed up there so long that she outgrew the ability to leave.
There should have been four bodies from the top of the tower...and if they had tried to decend the stairs as the tower toppled, there would have been no possible way to get down from the very top in time to survive the fall.
There should have been four bodies, but none were to be found. Not a one. No blood. Nothing. The men began to murmer of evil sorcery that had saved them all. Others that were not so sure that the were-tiger was in alliance with the Silverfall guy now were confirmed of the truth...for they had all left by some dark method, and had taken the duchess with them somehow.
News had already been sent to these men that Marcos had been brought back to life by the elf lady, and so when the workers had completed their task...they sent a runner into the castle to report on the missing four from the fall.
Meanwhile, as the men wondered and speculated about what had occurred here, they missed the opportunity to spy the drow escaping.
After the errand boy ran into the castle to look for Sir Marcos, there was a shout from the location of where the tower had crashed in the ground. The workers all gathered around the newfound spectacle.
It had long been debated and pondered upon as to how the castle Lesismoore stood upon marshy ground. The ground was so saturated that one would leave wet imprints as he walked. The real marshes surrounded the castle, but it had been rumored that even the land on which the castle had been built had also been marsh-land. Some said that the land had bene drained and bedrock had been discovered so as to create the base of the castle. Some of the older gentlemen passed down stories to their children that the castle had been built upon a secret, so as to keep people from finding it.
Today, the truth had been revealed. Where the tower had crashed into the soft ground, it created a hole into the muddy terrain. There was something there where the tower had hit and crumbled to dust. It appeared to the onlookers to be a large stone, but where the one side protruded out of the murk...they could see the side had been cut to an angle.
"What do ya make of it? Looks like maybe a box or something."
They assigned diggers. The diggers began to clear off the muddy land by trying to find the other side of the stone, clearing away the mud from the top. They cleared the top off all the way to the wall of Lesismoore, and could go no further.
Some began to say, "Ah! Look! The stories of the castle being built upon an underlying rock is true! That is what keeps the castle up!", but some were more interested in other possibilities. They are the ones that did not overlook the fact that the one side of the rock that was visible was a cut, angled at 90 degrees, going down into the murk.
They wanted to learn more of this stone, and so began to try and dig down into the swampy earth to discover how deep this phenomenon went down. However, the mud would not hold well and the swamp continued to keep her secret, as it continued to refill the excavation hole that was attempted.
OOC>>>Just setting up. Don't worry about this yet. [img]smile.gif[/img]
[ 04-12-2005, 03:14 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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