Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160820220721

Everyone stands silent,  watching the Crucible as it moves off slowly to parts unknown. Peals of distant thunder echo through the valley, ominous answers to questions unasked.

"Gods help us all," Melandil says, more to himself than anyone.

"Where...where is it going?" Diedre asks, her axe hanging from her hand.

"Nowhere we can get to it right now.  Or maybe ever."

Everyone turns to see Ibrahim standing by the enormous, gaping hole where the drill used to be. He isn't looking up at the sky, but away, lost in his own thoughts. He looks up to Lord Bale.

"I took Lucida to the vault's anteroom.  She has the Codex now.  She's ready to begin copying it, but it will take some time."

"Then I suggest we return to Arenesse," Melandil says. If we stay here, Conrad's forces will return, and in greater numbers."

"Bullocks we will," Bale says. "We can go back, down into the deep roads, if we have to.  It'd take 'em weeks to get us if we hole up."

"Until we run dry of food and water!  What then, Bale?  We dig our way out again?" Melandil says, his voice rising.