Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190513214908

"Yeah.  The Native Americans had been worshipping it as a god for centuries and all this crazy stuff.  There was a prophecy the local warlord was interested in, and we got involved." He gestured to Tyrus. "Me because of my own thing, Tyrus because of whatever it is he does."

Ju Yung did not looked pleased by Eva interrupting her lesson, but didn't stop her. Tim and Willy, after all, hadn't paid, despite the first thirty days being free.

The cavern closed around them once again, and they ran through darkness, until the stone beneath their feet turned to grated steel, and clanked with each footstep.

"Hol' up." Josey came to a sudden stop, then scanned the dark with visored eyes. He crossed whatever platform they were on, and there was a loud screetch as he pulled the lever. The group was in a some kind of cage, and industrial lights blasted on, momentarily blinding them with it's brightness.

"Elevator.  This'll take us deeper.  Where the warheads are."

"Sleeping giants." Ulysses rumbled, standing in one corner of the elevator, arms crossed. His braids fell over his face, obscuring it in their shadows. "Buried deeper by the last storms of the Divide."

Josey said nothing, instead shifting uncomfortably. He cranked the lever again, the elevator started with a jolt, descending on slanted rails.