traits wrote:base: classic
horn: large antler
wings: none
ears: torn
tail: braided horse
extras: none
Waiving with lore.
- (433 words)
"The sun is bright, the sky is blue, there's no where else I'd be with you." The pickaxe rises and falls with the rhythm of the song, deep beneath the castle keep. It's dark and damp, full of dangers in the caverns below but it's good, honest work. He can hear the echoes of a few other miners above, though Briggan is the only one dumb or brave enough to venture this far below.
"The day is long, my back is strong, I work until the day is through," he sings a merry tune, plucking a chunk of glowing crystal from the cave wall. It's used as lights in the castle and streets of the capital.
"Until a time, when song and rhyme, bring me back to my lady true." The pickaxe rises and falls again and again throughout the night. Briggan collects bucketfuls of glowing crystals, rising up on the pulley contraption to deposit them with the rest, before lowering down deeper and deeper into the caverns. Once upon a time he had wanted to be a knight, had apprenticed under a worthy swordsman. Turns out his attention span was too short for guard work and Briggan had been too distracted by the glimmering crystals on the castle.
It's so dark the air is thick with it and he can no longer hear the other miners. Just the squeak of the wheels of the pulley and the rustling of rope. An ominous feeling crawls up from the caverns. He can't quite explain it, but it creeps over his skin and settles in his shoulders and spine. It seeps through his veins and feels suspiciously like rage.
Briggan can't remember the last time he was truly angry.
Dust and pebbled stone falls from above, sprinkling across his shoulders and the rage grows. He jerks the ropes, but he's so far down he can't see anyone.
They loosen, then slip.
Briggan tumbles a few feet to the next ledge, half of his work falling into darkness.
There is a cave system off this particular, unmapped ledge, and a faint glow emits from it. Different from the blue and teal crystals they collect. Warm and gold light glows from within.
And Briggan, with his growing rage, is drawn like a moth to flame.
A strange crystal is between the rocks of the wall, and as Briggan's blue eyes see it his pupils dilate and the blue in his eyes shifts to gold.
Something changes, something he's not sure he will remember, and as his fingers touch the crystal all he sees is darkness.
