Alright, seems the majority of the voters approve of Vernydar's plan. Scout slowly and carefully, keep the main force in one piece to avoid ambushes and crap like that. Had a busy week, today's the first free day I get to write an update. On a more general note, I'll update when I can, trying my very best to keep it at least once a week (more often of course when I can):
A dark, dark labyrinth
.... thus, the young king, standing in front of his father's pyre, swore: "My father, your noble Choice led you to a king's death, a warrior's death. The ghastly beasts took your life, but your legacy will endure. I here swear, in front of the nation and our ancestors, to hunt down your killers, to keep our people safe, to exact vengeance..."
(Taken from 'Life and Deeds of King Saras the First')
Days of planning, arguments and counterarguments led the military to elaborate a preliminary plan regarding the coming campaign.
Heavy use of scouts was approved, since the army could not, would not risk being ambushed, pinned down or, worse, taken in the rear by circling enemies.
Each tunnel would have to be scouted, small guard posts erected at each ramification until the surrounding tunnels could be explored and declared safe. A slow, methodical mapping effort would be taken on. The beasts' location, where they came from, had to be found, so we could finally confront the threat head on.
At first the main army camp was erected at the site of the massacre. Rudimentary fortifications were built, allowing the passage of just one person (or beast) at a time from the many tunnels leading to the cave.
Scouting parties were sent forward, five men each, to explore the tunnels and report back their findings to the officers.
Days passed, uneventful days, while our knowledge of the tunnel system slowly increased. Slabs of stones were brought to the camp, ready to be chiseled with maps. For the first time in the kingdom's history the tunnels were finally being explored.
Many further ramifications were found, many dead ends were chalked off, many tunnels were declared safe. All were empty, devoid of life, dry, dusty and unremarkable.
No sign of the fate of the disappeared Chosen was found, yet.
Then, after a week of fruitless searching, two events happened during the same day. In the same tunnel.
This tunnel, a few miles east of base camp, was just as unremarkable as any other... except for the disappearing of a scouting team inside it, without a trace.
The five men had departed during the start of their shift and were expected to report back within two hours. Three hours passed, then five, until the officer in charge of that section of the tunnels decided to send a greater force down the tunnel to investigate.
The twenty men proceeded down a straight corridor for more than a mile, finding no trace of the scouting team. What they found was different. A scrap of paper, with writing on it.
The men who found the paper, who couldn't read, brought it back to the officer. He gave it a glance, grew pale and immediately told his second to take charge.
He personally brought it back to central command, who forwarded it to the capital and the king. Any paper scrap had to be old, very old, from the days of the legendary escape underground or immediately after that. There were no ways to craft paper in the caves, so the few books that our people brought with them were carefully kept by the priest caste in the Temple of the Chosen.
The officer was introduced in the presence of king Saras, who listened to his report then held out his hand.
He received the paper and started reading...
(illegible due to faded ink)....free choice my ass. There's jack squat in these tunnels. Those assholes back at the main cave just sent us here to die. We would head back, but first, we are completely lost, those monsters didn't even let us take light on this 'pilgrimage'; second, we all remember very well what happened to those poor sods who tried to come back last year. So here we are, trying to make our way back to the surface, even if.... (torn scrap) .... but we need to find something to eat. Food is going to run out in the next week... (page ends).
The king frowned, then asked the officer: "Did you read this, lieutenant?"
The officer, kneeling in front of the throne, nodded: "Yes, my king. But I couldn't understand many of the words. I could read them, but they made no sense. The only thing I understood is that some people, ancient people, were sent on an unwilling pilgrimage and could not come back."
The king nodded, then said: "Did anyone else read this?"
The officer answered: "No, my king. Due to the antiquity of the item and its importance, I thought it would be best to bring it to your attention immediately."
The king nodded again: "Smart. Go back to your post, captain, and don't mention the find to anyone."
The officer blinked, then bowed: "Thanks, my king."
Saras nodded to the captain of his guard: "Escort the captain back to the cave entrance. Inform the general of his promotion. I have to think about this."
The king closeted himself in his rooms for the rest of the day, consulting the few ancient texts that were in the crown's small library. Then he summoned the high priest.
The priest arrived within an hour in the king's chambers. He knelt: "You have summoned me, my king. I am here. How can the Temple be of service?"
King Saras handed him the piece of paper: "Read."
The priest took the scrap and started reading. Saras carefully observed his reactions, noticing the man grew considerably paler.
"What do you make of this, high priest?"
The priest took a deep breath, steadying himself: "It appears to be a very old document. Possibly from the days immediately following our escape underground."
"I never read anything like this. The phrasing is... weird. It is our language, but used in a way I have never witnessed before. It is very different from the ancient religious texts that are in the crown's keeping. Have you ever seen anything like it?"
The priest hesitated a moment, then answered, somewhat shakily: "No, my king. It is the first time I see something like this as well."
The king nodded. The head priest wasn't a good liar. Now he just had to decide how to proceed:
A. Let the matter drop. Although an interesting nugget of ancient history, he had greater concerns at the moment, there was a military campaign going on.
B. Press the priest further, he was obviously hiding something. He was a bad liar and a sicophant, with just the right amount of pressure he would spill what he knew.
C. Have the guards seize the priest and force him to talk. The Temple would not like it, but something about the discovery nagged at him and he wanted to find out all that could be found out.