This scene was originally written within Google Wave. The scene has been transcribed here for completeness, and has been edited where required.

The original Wave was first used as a test bed to allow the players to get to grips with the mechanisms of Google Wave, including any usage of maps, as well as getting used to the rules for the game. Goblins and a Guard Drake were used as simple enemies, with no real plot ot storyline surrounding them. However, we quickly decided to use this as a launching pad for the rest of the story and in our minds changed the goblins to bandits and the drake to a guard dog. The transcription here takes quite an artistic licence in re-representing this Wave, using the same actions, but with different enemies.

This scene has been split into two, with the storyline transcribed here. The subsequent combat, albeit short, is in the next scene.

The original Wave is now lost with the demise of Google Wave, but the PDF extract of that original scene is provided here.

Zero saw the sturdy dwarf fall. When a dwarf fell, he was seriously sick.

‘That’s not so good,’ he remarked, edging to the lip of the precipice. ‘Tradden!’ he called out, catching his friend’s attention. ‘Be a gent and throw me a line will you?’

Khalin rolled onto his backside and took a few deep breaths. ‘It seems the fell beasts have put a pox upon me,’ he muttered, taking a few moments to centre himself. But then the warlord mustered a trademark dwarven grin, ‘Hehe! We dwarves are made of sturdy stuff!’ he said, trying his best to summon his strength.

The relief at his usually weak constitution having choked back and withstood the effects of the disease on this occasion gave Tradden a warm feeling inside.

Reaching absentmindedly into his adventurers pack as he both spoke and scanned the room for the source of the zephyrs that must surely mean escape, Tradden produced a sturdy looking length of rope.

‘Hmmm - that breeze I can feel must mean we are near a way out. Time to get out of here and get you to a healer, Master Dwarf. I would suggest Doc McCarrow down Boulevard West, but knowing dwarves I suspect you will want to see thine own healer’, he said with a knowing look.

Finishing off a makeshift bridge line using the iron sconces in the wall so Zero could cross safely, Tradden reassured the warlord in his native tongue. ‘Rest easy, sir - we shall see thee safe,’

Giving the warlord a helping hand, Tradden called back to the rogue now stood contemplating a high-wire crossing, ‘Come on Zero, give me a hand!’, he laughed, grunting at the unexpected weight of Khalin and his gleaming armour.

Tradden, his back to the pit, suddenly felt a shivery cold down his back. Without looking around he made his way back to the now abridged crossing, half dragging the still reeling dwarf with him.

‘We might have to be quicker than we thought, Khalin. Can you make it back over here?’

Khalin looked around quickly, apparently attempting to determine which direction might be best to head next…

‘Ah, good. We might need it, although the rope I just spanned across is there as a standby.’

Tradden turned to consider crossing the gap himself, but found that his natural instinct was asserting itself and overriding his more cautious thought out approach…

‘I am sure I am going to regret this…’ he said, as he drew his shortsword and took down the torch from the sconce. Creeping back to the hole in middle of the chamber, he peeked over the edge, using the light of the orange flames to see if there was anything down there…

‘Well, well - this place is just full of surprises.’ Tradden muttered to himself.

‘You fellows best get over here,’ he shouted back to Zero and Khalin. ‘And bring some more rope!’ he finished with a smile.

Kireth turned his head away from the light and hissed. Deprived from it for this length of time, the flicker of the flame burned his shallow eyes. The voices, his sharp ears told him, did not sound rough and ill-mannered like the bandits, yet he tensed in anticipation nonetheless, the chains pulling tight.

‘Come down here, scum,’ he thought to himself. ‘I shall show you the meaning of pain.’

‘He seems pretty riled. Understandable I guess,’ said Tradden to Khalin. ‘You seem to me to be a people person… well, people dwarf… you know what I mean… you want to go down and get him?’

‘Well, I think, Master Tradden, that this may be a job for our dextrous friend,’ Khalin said, pointing at the manacles on the man below. ‘But first, maybe we should go down and dispose of the vermin.’

With that, he jumped down into the pit, albeit not too gracefully.

Zero edged his way over the pit into the chamber, using Tradden’s ropes.

‘I take it it’s not another creature then,’ he said, peering at the well in the centre.

Khalin heaved the rat off the prone body with a great shove. ‘Give me a hand here, long legs!’

‘Go on, Zero - I will stand guard and give you light to work by,’ said Tradden, holding the torch aloft and keeping a careful watch on the shadows.

The bright light and then the solid thud of a great weight landing just next to his head sent cracks of thunder through his mind. Kireth grimaced and shuddered at the flash of pain. Without looking up he caught a familiar scent. ‘Oh, that’s just great,’ he muttered incoherently through the dirty gag. ‘A dwarf! Why did it have to be a dwarf?’

‘Beggars can’t be choosers,’ Zero commented, looking over the raggedy half-elf. ‘So, ah, what’s your story?’

‘Don’t just stand there, Mister Nothing. Get down here and see if you can do something about these chains,’ chortled Khalin.

He removed the gag from the man’s mouth and fished around in his pack for water.

‘Much obliged to you,’ offered Kireth spitting out bits of dirt and cloth. ‘You fellas just happened to be passing by or do you come here often?’ He rattled his chains suggesting that the other, dumpy looking fellow, should hurry up.

Zero frowned.

‘Alright,’ he said, kneeling down and taking out his picks. ‘Hold still.’

He inserted one of his delicate tools into the manacle’s lock. His face went through a bizarre range of expressions. He seemed almost like a painter at his easel, in total, oblivious concentration, in search of that perfect image. Or, in his case, that perfect click.

‘Well sir,’ said Tradden, with a nod towards the recently freed man. ‘Whomsoever you are I take it you were not tied up in a pit in a cellar for fun and so wish to join us in escaping this place? If so, I am Tradden, the hearty dwarf is Khalin, and the whizz with a set of lockpicks is Zero.’

Tradden looked round at the dark corners of the room, half expecting more pairs of red eyes to appear at any second.

‘Introductions all done - shall we?’

Rubbing his thin, slightly reddened wrists, he reconsidered the man just introduced as Zero. Brute force was two-a-penny in Kireth’s opinion, any oaf can swing a fist, but the dexterous movements required to pick a lock, and at such speed, that required skill, and ‘skill’ Kireth did have time for. He nodded his approval and very nearly, almost, offered his hand but then he heard the noise, thunk thunk.

‘By the looks of your faces I take it that noise is no companion of yours. Well, then…’ he bent down to retrieve a staff from the floor. ‘Kireth’s the name, let’s see what’s to be had with the noise then shall we?’ his thin lips spread into a crooked smile.

Amazed that the man, now quite obviously a wizard of some kind, could be back on his feet and so ready to go in such a short space of time, Tradden put on his best ‘take charge’ face.

‘Well then, the stairs seem the obvious option as does heavy armour going first - I doubt we could stop you if we wanted, eh, Khalin? It makes sense for myself and Kireth, please to make your aquaintance by the way, to come next as long as you don’t mind bringing up the rear again Zero?’

That said, Tradden turned to face the stairs, holding up the torch again ready for the dwarf to move forward.

‘Let’s hope there are no more traps or surprises,’ he finished, limply, the look on his face betraying his real expectation of such an occurance.

Khalin climed ungracefully out of the central pit and started heading towards the stairs. ‘This way you say, Master Tradden? Well, let’s see what we can find.’

With that he brought his warhammer ready, placed his torch behind his shield and began carefully to climb the stairs.

‘Want me to knock?’ suggested Khalin, with a twinkle in his eye.

‘Hmm,’ thought Tradden. ‘On one hand, it is perhaps prudent to be quiet and try get out of here without running into any more trouble.’

The look on Tradden’s face made it clear he was conflicted in thought. However, in a short space of time a broad grin revealed itself and his sword hand notably tightened on the hilt of the shortsword.

‘On the other hand, I am sick of sneaking around and perhaps it is time to cordially acquaint ourselves with whoever else remains in this house. Knock away, Master Dwarf!’

Kireth’s eyes widened to the point of nearly popping out of his head. ‘Who are these two clowns?’ he thought. ‘Ahem,’ he coughed and mustering just about as much politeness as he had offered in the last two years, ‘perhaps bandits that have attacked you and bound me in a pit don’t need to be warned of our advance. Might I suggest our dexterous friend see if he can’t take a peek first?’

It sickened him to his stomach to ‘fluff’ such obvious idiots but after so recently being caught offguard himself it was wise to keep allies right now.

Tradden, oblivious to the underlying cynicism in Kireth’s statement, shrugged his shoulders. ‘Or that.’

‘Zero,’ he continued, motioning towards the rogue, ‘the choice is yours I believe - the quiet way, or the loud way.’

Zero smiled. ‘I recommend the former,’ he said, stepping forward to inspect the door. ‘Now then…’

Tradden leaned over, half pushing past Zero, and put one ear to the wood of the door, trying to detect if there was anything recognisable to hear.

‘In you go, Zero. Steady as you like.’

Tradden, still itching for action, decided that it was time just for that.

‘No, allow me!’ he said, pushing past Zero and bursting through the door.

Tradden’s mouth had fallen open as they had moved from the tunnel into the larger chamber, and it was only now that he thought to shut it.

‘We can’t still be below the house,’ he said aloud, ‘We have come too far north. Hmm, I recall from when I followed those ruffians upstairs that there was a cliff that side of the house, a way off mind. Could be a way out?’

His arm starting to feel numb from holding the ever dwindling torch up, he looked to see if there were and sconces or other light sources he could use. He could see that along with the furniture there were some standing torches in brackets, around the ’camp’ on stands, with the torches about seven or eight feet off the ground, not unlike the streetlights used in the better parts of Deepingwald, although none of them were lit.

Taking care to watch around him as he did so, he crept over to the first torch and lit it, and then went around the circle, lighting each one in turn. As the last one flared into a hearty red-orange ball, he and the rest of the group better took in their surroundings.

Kireth tensed as he watched the youthful Tradden walk around lighting torches, expecting assailants to burst from the unchecked tents. When this did not happen his clenched fist relaxed and opened as he too took in the new surroundings. His eyes were immediately drawn to the desk, he walked towards it purposefully. ‘Dwarf - Khalin isn’t it?’ he didn’t wait for the response. ‘Why don’t you check those tents. Tradden, tell me more about this house you refer to. We’re below it you say? I know nothing of my current location other than it most certainly is not the inn room I paid for.’ He examined the desk and the items upon it. ‘Well, go on, man,’ he said without looking up from the desk.

‘Erm, alright - well,’ began Tradden, ‘To cut a long story short, there is large disused mansion somewhere above us. I was tracking some unsavoury types on behalf of the Deepingwald guard and they led me out of the town proper onto the outskirts - it’s not otherwise an area I am familiar with, so I don’t know exactly where. I was outside listening in to see what they were up to when… they… saw me, yes saw, and pulled me through the window. A fight ensued in which Zero here also became involved in, and to escape we came into the basement. We found you and Khalin both tied up in seperate rooms. You know the rest.’

As he was speaking Tradden had put down his torch on the floor, up against a crate, and had wandered over to the cauldron and fire. He felt both to see if he could ascertain how long it had been since they had been used.

‘I see,’ said Kireth flatly. ‘Not exactly your normal mansion eh? How interesting, no?’

Khalin walked slowly over towards the tents and with the business end of his warhammer pushed the tent flaps aside. Cautiously he went from tent to tent repeating the same procedure until eventually he turned back to Kireth.

‘No one at home it seems,’ he bellowed.

Looking up from his task, Kireth nodded his approval at the dwarf.

‘Hmm, the fire is cold. Doesn’t look like anyone has been here in a fair while - a day or so perhaps? Anything useful worth picking up in yonder tents, Master Dwarf?’ asked Tradden. ‘I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t say no to a few niceties to compensate us for the beatings we have just taken,’ he said smiling.

Then, his face changed and a pained expression came over him as he remembered that virtually his whole back and backside was covered in sewer filth.

‘Certainly I will be straight to the tailors in any event…’ he finished, shivering with disgust as he did so.

Kireth finished his inspection of the desk, satisfied that there was nothing of use to them here. He pulled on the drawers one last time and paused… letting go of the handle he looked more closely, his eyes narrowing. Lifting his right hand he moved it very slowly from right to left, hovering just above the drawers. ‘And the plot thickens,’ he mused. ‘These drawers have been sealed by magic. I do not have the power to break this seal, nor does Zero have the skill to circumvent them and yet I am curious to see their contents.’ He stepped back, hand on his chin considering the situation. ‘If we want in, the option

left to us is to break this desk open but this has obvious downsides. It will be clear we have been here and I cannot say whether the person who has sealed them has also not alarmed them too’

‘Alright,’ said Tradden, the effort of concentration clear on his face. ‘Let’s think this through - whoever has sealed those drawers has the power to do so, and to a level where a mage or skilled lockpick cannot unlock them. That means that there is either something important or valuable inside, or its some kind of joke or trap.’

Tradden folded his arms, which is not easy when one is holding a shortword in one of them.

‘Obviously we want to get out of here, but from my point of view I can just imagine what Guard-Captain Jerold will say if I report back and say that I found a locked set of drawers in a deserted cavern which may hold the secret to this whole place, but just walked away without at least trying to open them.’

He made it clear he had made a decision and tried to puff out his chest to reflect his imperious mood, although a neutral onlooker would have concluded that he completely failed to achieve the desired effect. ‘My vote is therefore that Khalin does his smashy-thing with his big, shiny warhammer. Any counter arguments?’

‘Or it’s some kind of joke?’ Kireth raised a single eyebrow at this remark by Tradden. ‘Why would anyone do that?’ he thought to himself ‘there is no logic to it’. As for ‘any counter arguments’ Kireth folded his arms and remained silent. It really was a flip of a coin situation. The cautious man would simply walk away from the desk but a cautious man never achieved anything great in Kireth’s opinion. He looked towards Zero and shrugged.

‘Right, then, I take that as tacit,’ Tradden pronounced the word fully and roundly, in a blatant attempt to try and match Kireth’s intellect or at the very least impress him, ‘agreement that we should have a crack at the drawers? Khalin, would you care to test thine strength?’

‘Without destroying the contents inside’ he hastily added.

‘Hold!’ said Tradden, holding up one arm just as Khalin was about to reach the pinnacle of the arc of his intended vicious two handed smash. The dwarf looked suitably disappointed, and mumbled something about humans and half-elves making up their minds, as he let the hammer fall limply, and he then leant on the ornate handle, nonchalantly waiting to see if his services were going to be needed after all.

‘If you can suggest a way of breaking into these things without using a large hammer then I agree we should do it, but if they are closed to your magic and Zero’s skills, I am assuming that the drawers are fairly sturdy and will suffer some punishment? I agree its a risk, but if the alternative is indeed leaving them alone….?’

‘I think you should just give it a nice hard whack,’ said Zero, from behind a nice, thick, shielding stalagmite some twenty feet away.

Khalin squared up to the drawers, twirled his hammer and raised it. Ducking behind his shield he brought the hammer down in a large arc, squarely onto the top of the drawers.

‘Oh… Corellon!’ snapped Tradden. ‘Kireth - magic is your forte, anything you can do about that mouth?’

He then bent down to assist Khalin in seeing if anything at all had spilled from the drawers.

‘Gah! An alarm spell as I feared,’ he snarled. ‘It’s a simple enough spell, but, with regret, not one I can currently dispel. I suggest you search the remains quickly, I think we may have company on the way.’

‘Oh no,’ Zero gasped. He hurried over to where the debris from the desk was scattered and joined in the search, looking particularly for anything shiny.

The constant cry of the alarm spell made his ears ring.

‘Yes, yes!’ he hollered back, grimacing.

Tradden agreed with Zero’s sentiment in so much that the incessant chatter of the alarm was very nearly painful as well as annoying. The fact that it also represented the very likely possibility of armed unfreindlies appearing at any moment was not lost on him either.

Still kneeling he pointed his sword directly at the phantom mouth.

‘Can it be silenced in non-magical ways?’ he asked Kireth.

‘It will eventually run its duration and stop. Other than that, no. Just bag anything that isn’t desk. We can disregard anything useless later.’

Other than the wooden door they had come through, Kireth looked for other likely points of entry, or, as the case may end up being, hasty points of exit.

Zero sighed with relief. ‘By the gods, that was annoying. Very impressive though.’

He returned to the scattered items and had a good look.

‘Right - unless those tents had anything in worth searching, and unless anyone has any other ideas, of course, I suggest we get out of here!’ said Tradden, balancing up the desire to search more fully the clearly secret camp and getting back into the open air, away from dank sewers, cellars and caverns.

Zero reported to the others about the message he had found. His usually cheery face had noticeably soured.

‘Sounds like some kind of dark mission statement for an army of I don’t know what. What do you think? What could they be planning? And who are they?’

‘I don’t know, and I don’t think I want to - time we were leaving just in case anyone heard that alarm going off’, replied Tradden to Zero, looking over at the door in the north wall whilst turning the amulet over and over in his hands to see if he could make anything of it.

Zero caught it and wandered closer to one of the torches. He scrutinised it closely.

‘Right,’ said Tradden, ‘Not the haul of glory we were hoping for - an ink stained sheet and a wooden amulet. Zero, let Kireth have a look, but otherwise let’s get out of here. That door looks like a job for you, my friend!’ he said, slapping Zero on the back, lightly this time, as he strode off towards the north door.

Zero nodded. He was starting to like Tradden and the pair seemed to be developing a friendly kind of shorthand.

He strode over to the door and took a close look for anything suspicious.

Kireth rolled the wooden amulet through his fingers, much like a fairground trickster might roll a copper piece (although woe betide anyone making that comparison). ‘Hmm, as you say, nothing remarkable about this trinket. Still, it has charm.’ He placed in his pouch. ‘While you play with that door, might I take a look at the parchment too? Elvish is my first language. You never know, something might leap out at me.’

Holding it at arms length, Kireth glanced at the scroll and immediately lowered it with a slight look of puzzlement on his face. ‘This… this is not Elvish Zero. I mean it looks Elvish and, and some of the words are Elvish, but, well, it just isn’t. The grammer and punctuation are all wrong and many of these words are outdated really.’ He paused for thought ‘Almost like someone who didn’t write Elvish very well wanted you to think it was. That or it’s a form of Elvish I have never seen… written by retards.’

Tradden shook his head.

‘That makes no sense - no sense at all. Why would anyone write such a thing?’

He sighed.

‘Ah - little in this gods’ forsaken place does. I long to escape this damp environment and enjoy the breathing in of the heady mixture of a fine winter breeze and a fine elven wine that only the Green Turtle Inn, by the docs can provide!’

He reached up and swept a torch from one of the standing brackets as he continued his journey towards the north door.

‘Khalin, prudence being the order of the day again it seems,’ he said, once again failing to impress anyone with his attempts at clever words. ‘Would you and your shield care to see what is beyond that door? My blade will, of course, be right at your side!’

‘And I will be right behind you,’ Zero added, patting the bold dwarf on the back as he passed.

Tradden, tallest of the group by a head, had particular difficulty handling a blade, a torch, and his gawky frame through the cramped passageway.

He kept a close eye on the path behind them, just in case they were being pursued.

Zero eyed the passage ahead. Seemed nice and quiet. He hoped an exit would soon present itself. He was craving a three course dinner, a hot bath and

a queen sized bed something fierce.

Just to emphasise the point, his stomach grumbled loudly.

‘Sorry,’ he said to the others.

‘What on earth… or rather, under the earth… is this place?’ mused Tradden as he walked over to the broken door, holding the torch up to see if any information could be gleaned about what was within without actually poking his head inside.

‘Just a store room. I’m no dwarf,’ said Tradden, already starting to regret the comment as he noticed Kireth take a deep breath in, ready to comment, ‘but this looks like a mine,’ he hurriedly added, not giving the mage time to speak. ‘Might be worth checking these other rooms just to see if there is anything else of note here, but I have received enough punishment from hidden traps today…’

‘Allow me,’ said Zero, approaching the undamaged door just up from the broken one.

He looked it over cautiously. This part of the mine seemed less hazardous, but that was no reason to get careless.

‘Well, we had best check all four doors - wherever this place is, it has a repuation for people being tied up behind them!’ quipped Tradden.

Still, he was hesitant to open the two wooden doors on the otherside of the passageway and could still feel the sting of the lightning trap earlier in the day.

‘I will search this second door, Zero, if you could give those two behind us a once over?’

Zero nodded obligingly and checked the first of the remaining doors.

At the same time, Tradden carefully opened the first door Zero had checked, to see if it was another storeroom or whether more interesting contents lurked inside…

Finding the last door locked raised a happy smile on Zero’s face.

He cracked his knuckles and went to work with his picks.

Zero beamed, making sure everyone saw his success.

‘After you, gentlemen,’ he said.

‘Very well!’ chuckled Tradden, opening the last of the four doors to see what lay behind…

Still surprised, despite his previous comments, Tradden knelt down by the stricken elf. As he spoke he turned his head back to Zero.

‘I am so glad you are here - I have seen more traps, locks and manacles to last me a lifetime, and I for one wouldn’t have been able to open the first one! Looks like your skills are called for again my friend.’

Kireth looked down at the elf maiden, covered in filth, and turned his nose. ‘Are we sure we wish to release it before we ascertain who she is and why she is here? I appreciate it is likely she has been trapped and bound much like I was but until we know for sure…’

Always gallant with ladies no matter what, Tradden nevertheless took the mages point. He produced a small flask of water from his pack, daubed some on a ripped-off piece of his frilly undershirt and went about dabbing the prone figure’s delicate elven face, removing the detritus of grime and filth.

‘Awake, my lady - we are here to help you.’ he said, trying to coax her back into some form of conciousness.

‘Harumph, trust an elf to be suspicious of one of his own kind,’ muttered Khalin under his breath, before speaking up. ‘Surely, Master Kireth, she has fallen foul of the same mishaps as you and I?’

Tradden looked up - he hadn’t thought of that.

‘Yes, good point, Master Dwarf. Here, Zero, could you kindly unshackle this fair maiden from her bindings?’

His acute hearing picking out Khalin’s mutterings, Kireth bit his tongue and tightened his grip on his staff. Usuaully a sharp response would be forthcoming (and he had many on his mind) but this was not the time or place. ‘Very well,’ was all he said.

Zero ambled over to the shackled elf and went to work on her restraints.

‘Just a moment…’ he murmured as he worked.

‘Very useful, this Zero,’ Kireth thought to himself as he watched the chains fall away. ‘We shall keep our eyes on this one.’

He tapped the feet of the prone elf with his staff. ‘Well, I suppose we should pick it up then,’ he nodded to Tradden. ‘I for one am sick of the stench down here,’ he tried not to look at Khalin as he said this. ‘North and upwards was it not?’ He stepped back outside of this room and waited for the others to follow.

Tradden lurched along with the unconcious elf slung, more ungraciously than he would like, but as much as circumstances allowed, over his shoulder. Had they looked carefully the others might have noticed him struggling slightly - his strength came more from the movement and leverage of his gangly frame than it did from sheer brute muscle, and so the weight of the maiden was taking its toll, and his breaths came as deeply as they did regularly.

That said, he was quite enjoying being the ‘dashing hero’ and his visage betrayed his attempts to otherwise look serious.

As he walked his glance kept being drawn to the elven features now only inches from him, the flickering torchlight picking out the fey lines and contours of her face.

‘She really is very beautiful,’ he thought to himself. ‘Eight to nine out of ten on the Aversward Scale beautiful!’ he added.

He suddenly found himself not being able to draw his gaze away from her angelic, restful face, blackened and bruised as it was.

His thoughts turned to poetry, and he started to compose a sonnet that he could sing to the fair lass when she awoke. He knew that even though…

‘Snap out of it, Aversward! Keep your mind on the job,’ he chided himself. What an idiot! If he wasn’t careful, he would be walking into the back of someone, still gawping like a lovestruck pre-teen!

Zero, clearly a sharp dresser, was unlikely to have been pleased when Tradden walked straight into the back of him, the flaming torch catching on the shoulder, blackening the lucious material

‘Oops, sorry, Zero,’ apologised Tradden, quickly pulling the torch away. Reaching out awkwardly with his free hand, desperately trying to keep the elf on his shoulder at the same time, he tried to brush down the offended shoulder, hoping that the rogue would not notice the wisps of smoke rising up towards the ceiling.

Zero glared at him and wafted his hand away.

‘Thank you!’ he jabbed sarcastically. ‘This is my favourite cloak, too.’ He shook his head and grumbled something. He couldn’t hold it against the swordsman. These things tended to happen in this line of work.

‘Right…’ exclaimed Tradden, looking up at the tiny circle of faint light, way up in the ceiling.

‘So, we wind the lift down, get on and make our way up? Sounds too easy.’

He managed to sidle over to a nearby torch bracket that was mounted on the wall and plonked the torch he carried down in it. That enabled him to shift the elf maiden so that she was held in a full-on two-handed carry.

Looking down at her, it occurred to him that her wan colour might be more to do with her unconcious state than it did with her natural apricot complexion.

‘Whatever we are going to do, we should do it fast - this lass needs a temple healer I think.’

‘Right, someone will have to go up before the maiden, to drag her out,’ bustled Khalin, looking to get things moving. ‘I’m happy for my hammer to guard here while the rest of you make good your ascent. Master Tradden, why don’t you go first and we can send the lady up next?’

As the others chatted, Zero touched the handle and pulled it cautiously, glancing upwards at the towering mine shaft.

Tradden went to stand next to Zero and they both stood, necks craining up towards the tight shaft of light streaming down faintly from above.

‘I wonder how many people the lift can actually hold?’ questioned Tradden to no one in particular as he strained to make out the platform above.

‘Looks like we should all be able to fit on - let’s wind it down and get out of here!’

Tradden carefully lay down the elf maiden in a sitting position at the side of the cavern whilst he prepared to wind the handle.

Stepping back from the handle and wiping his brow with his sleeve (which only served to leave a brown smear across his forehead), Tradden took a few deep breaths before he spoke, surprised at the resistance.

‘I gave that a good shot as well. I don’t think my strength is lacking - it’s just stuck. Looks like someone might have to climb up the ropes maybe?’

‘Quite.’ Kireth moved closer to the mechanism. Bending slightly to get a better look at the handle, where it entered the mechanism and the cogs behind.

Celestia stirred, the light of the torches surrounding her was torment for her eyes initially although the pain eased slowly into a nebulous fuzz. At this stage she remained unnoticed by the group of strangers, but as she adjusted to consciousness she began to take in their features. She tried to speak, slowly and at first incomprehensively, ‘Wh… ha… who…’?

Her memory of the last few days was limited, she remembered only pain and powerlessness, her immediate instinct, however was for water. ‘Water…’ she spoke softly, drowsily and at no particular person, ‘I need water…’

After Kireth had done what ever arcane magic he had on the wheel, Tradden had carefully tested the lever, and found it to be moving freely.

Another grin spreading across his face he launched into lowering the lift, and had done a fair few turns when he noticed the elf stir.

Turning away from the wheel and leaving a surprised Khalin to jump in and carry on lest the hard work done so far be lost, Tradden rushed over to the maiden, the scabbard of his long sword managing in catch Zero a stinging blow across the thigh as he bundled past.

‘Ow! Damn it, that’s twice!’ Zero yelled.

‘My Lady!’ Tradden exclaimed as he knelt down in front of her. He produced his small canteen and put it to her lips, allowing her to sip, slowly at first, the cool water within. ‘Fear not, for whilst we are not friends of old we are indeed your friends and mean you no harm. We have rescued thee from imprisonment in this mine complex and now head towards the surface and back to the safety of Deepingwald.’

Perhaps not showing the bedside manner appropriate to one treating a person just awoken from unconciousness, Tradden excitedly ploughed on with giving her far too much information for her to really comprehend.

‘I am Tradden, the dwarf obtaining our lift to the surface is Khalin Grundokri, warlord of his stout kin… erm… sorry about that, Khalin, didn’t mean to leave you with the wheel turning, the man… holding his leg - are you okay Zero? - is Zero Uhlit, master of locks and traps, and the half elf is Kireth… I don’t really know what he does. We have also only just met, but he is a whizz with lift mechanisms I can tell you!’

‘Indeed,’ said Zero. He nodded respectfully to the wizard.

‘Come, my lady,’ said Tradden, offering the elf a gentlemanly hand to help her to her feet. ‘Allow me to assist thee - we shall be on yonder lift and at the surface in no time. Er… I think!’

Tradden moved along with the rest of the group as they shuffled onto the lift platform, supporting the elf even though her strength was clearly returning and she hardly needed it.

Once they were all on Tradden happened to find himself next to the handle.

‘Can thy stand on thine own for a short while whilst I whisk us to the surface?’ he said. Clasping the handle with both hands he started to turn. The ropes and pulleys creaked and groaned under the weight of the fully laden lift, but they did their job and soon the party were making their way slowly but steadily to whatever lay at the top of the lift shaft…

‘I am able,’ spoke Celestia unwaveringly, for her strength was indeed returning to her now. She stood on the platform amongst what she could only describe as a motley crew; she was unaccustomed to the company of men and dwarves as it was, but this rabble were surely the strangest mixture of creatures her deep blue eyes had ever seen. She had little intention of complaining however, they seemed friendly enough, they had freed her at the very least. She would seek to quiz them more intensively once they reached a suitable juncture.

Celestia looked towards Tradden, he had aided her thus far and was quite clearly very keen to make a good impression. Kireth on the otherhand had said barely a word and she decided quickly that she would give him a rather wider berth. As she peered at them she realised that her eyes were tired and swollen, the last few days had taken their toll, for now at least she was content to follow.

‘Thank you for your aid, Master Tradden,’ said Celestia, thinking at the same time how strange that name sounded as she spoke it.

As they proceeded slowly upwards she saw a glimmer of palid light towards the top of the shaft, distant at first, but slowly it began to become more focussed and the feel of cool air washed through her golden hair…

Kireth stood uneasy on the platform as it began its slow ascent. Before climbing aboard anything he liked to be sure it was fit for purpose and this old lift, well, who knew?

To take his mind off the creaking of the wood and the occassional groan of metal he looked over at the young Tradden working away at the mechanism’s handle. Barely has he known this elf woman and already he fawns over her like some puppy. ‘Amada!’ he muttered inaudibly under his breath. Looking from Tradden to the object of his affection he caught the elf woman looking at them all carefully, perhaps sizing them up. Their eyes locked, unflinching for a moment, before Kireth offered half a crooked smile. The elf made what Kireth was sure she felt was a warm smile in return but he knew better. He had borne the scorn and contempt of her kind all his life and was not fooled.

‘Yes, that’s right woman. I’m watching. Always watching.’

His arms starting to sag under the strain, Tradden was about to suggest someone else take over when he noticed Kireth catch the elf maiden’s eye and throw her a crooked little smile.

Suddenly it felt like his blood was boiling and it spurred him to wind harder and faster. Any of the party with particularly good hearing might have been able to hear the grinding of teeth coming from Tradden’s direction…

His bony left hand clinging tightly to the rope, Kireth wildly swung the staff in his right towards the ailing dwarf. ‘Grab it!’ he yelled.

Instantly seeing the danger to both his new dwarven friend and the elf to whom his heart currently belonged, Tradden’s instincts were to try and save… both! In the space of a heartbeat he decided on a course of action that was both characteristically complex and high risk.

Grabbing hold of the rope at the corner of the platform with both hands he shouted violently, ‘Zero, Kireth - duck!’ and athletically launched himself off the edge of the platform away from the group!

However, his hands being tight around the rope this had the effect of the young fighter twisting round horizontally at human chest height (dwarf head height). He tensed his whole body for the briefest of seconds, meaning that the larger than six feet frame become a sweeping scythe, his intention being to knock both Khalin and the elf to the floor of the lift rather than have them stumble off the edge of the platform and to certain death.

It only occurred to Tradden as he got the edge of his flighted arc that this plan, as great as it was, would only work if he could hit them both and Zero and Kireth did indeed duck down…

Khalin lunged for Kireth’s staff with one arm, while trying to snag the stumbling Celestia with the other, only to see Tradden launching himself an instant later.

A lot can pass through a man’s mind in an instant, a lot more can pass through Kireth Majere’s. If Tradden had been able to see what the mage was thinking at ’this moment’ he would have quite horrified; as it was, he merely heard the mage snarl as he tried to duck the swinging legs.

Tradden ended his swing, skidding onto the platform and finally ending up laid on his back near the edge.

Zero, who had been transfixed by Tradden’s daredevil actions, turned and noticed the freely-turning handle.

‘Ah,’ he exclaimed with quiet panic.

He grabbed it and strained to slow it, braking the descent of the lift. After a moment’s pause, to let the noise and dust settle, he frowned at the group splayed on their backs across the platform, and put his finger to his lips.

‘Sshh!’ he ordered, and then motioned upwards to the light above.

Tradden, the blood still pounding through his veins and adrenalin running high, nevertheless took quick note of Zero’s motion upwards and so checked his heavy, loud breathing.

Given he was laying on his back anyway, he used the opportunity to look upwards to see what the rogue was pointing at.

Celestia was ill-accustomed to such rough handling, but managed to bring herself back to her feet. She felt quite sure that they would certainly not now be unnoticed by those that she felt sure were awaiting them at the top of the shaft. Elven grace had clearly escaped this group of travellers, clumsy and noisy as they were.

Jumping to his feet Tradden rushed over to where Zero was stood. ‘Come on, let’s get this lift up. I don’t like the idea of there being someone at the top who might have ill will against us, but we are like fish in a barrel at Tweggenheezers Bazaar right now!’

That said, ignoring the slight rope burns on his hands, he once again started to turn the wheel, this time aided by Zero, who added his own strength to the task.

‘Ah! Sunlight! I did wonder at times whether we would see it again. Time to head back into town I think.’

Suddenly again remembering that he had come to the mansion in the first place on a job for the local guard, Tradden made a mental note of where this mysterious back entrance was in relation to the city.

He also remembered the Guard Captain talking all the time about ‘clues’ and ‘evidence’, so he had a quick search around the hut.

Tradden, in detective mode, tried to ascertain if there was anything about the footprints he could report back - man, beast, numbers etc…

However, Tradden was no detective, and they meant nothing to him. He stood up and dusted himself down as best a boy can when covered in sewer effluence.

‘Right then, shall we? My lady - forgive me, but I am yet to learn your name - can I escort you from this place?’ asked Tradden of the elven maid.

Celestia surveyed Tradden once again. ‘My name is Celestia Gaia. I am thankful for your help within the darkness,’ she spoke plainly and clearly. As the cool air swept across her face another scent entered her body, that of food coming from the nearby woodland. ‘I believe that we might find food nearby, if we continue into these woodlands.’ Recent events had robbed her of the hunger that now burned within her stomach; as far as she could tell it had been some time since her last meal.

Celestia began to wander towards the front of the group, following the wafting smell of food, leaving Tradden trailing in her wake.

Hurrying after her, Tradden beamed as he carried on the conversation that the elf had so clearly looked to end.

‘Celestia! What a beautiful name! So, so… Elven!’

He pulled up alongside her, matching her stride.

‘And, yes, that roast pork does smell particularly attractive after the day’s events, and I for one would certainly…’

His hand suddenly clamped around Celestia’s arm and she was pulled to an unceremonious stop as Tradden held her firm. Suddenly his face was all seriousness, and he held up his other hand behind him in a warning to the rest of the group, just as they were about to follow. Just as the cleric was about to complain to the young fighter, he spoke again.

‘My lady, Celestia, all day I have toiled beneath the earth trying to find a way out, firstly with Zero and then with the rest of you as we went along. At the same time we have been attacked by all manner of beasts and man and have found evidence of something very odd going on deep within that mine. The point I am making is that there is little around here that is friendly and I cannot imagine that anyone cooking food around the entrance of the mine is likely to offer us an amphora and a leg of boar. I urge caution.’

With that, he let go of Celestia’s arm and drew both his swords.

‘Forgive me for being a pessimist,’ he added, inspecting the way the sunlight now reflected in tandem from the shaft of the blades and spilled into a complex whiter than white pattern on the grass below, an effect which lifted his spirits after so long in the dark.

‘The boy’s a genius,’ he muttered to Khalin and Zero, who were both still stood with him just within the doorframe of the hut.

‘I might suggest we are in more immediate danger than even that. Let’s say you have a house and under that house you have a whole complex, presumably secret. And within that complex you like to keep hostages and desks that shout out warnings. Leading out of that secret prisoner holding complex you have a mine shaft leading to a secondary exit, again, presumably, for emergency exits or secret entrances. Would you leave the door open?’ He tapped the large door with his staff. ‘My guess is you wouldn’t unless you had just heard a bunch of muppets ascending your secret lift and you’d run off to go get your mates quickly.’

He looked at the four pairs of eyes staring back at him. ‘Just a thought.’

‘You have a point there, methinks,’ Khalin responded thoughtfully.

Kireth nodded at the dwarf.

Zero took a look around the hut for anything interesting.

He reported this to the others, for what it was worth.

Khalin looked around, trying to figure out their position relative to the dwarf strongholds deep in the hills. He gazed towards the distant mountains, his face betraying pride and some wistfulness.

‘We seem to be about a dozen leagues from the mountains,’ before turning nearly a half circle towards the south, ‘but only a brace from Deepingwald. At least a couple of hours’ march I’d say.’

Tradden nodded, impressed with the dwarf’s knowledge and positioning skills. Khalin’s assesment more or less matched with what he had constructed in his head about them having previously headed north whilst underground. He had no idea where they were now, but was reassured by the warlord’s confidence.

Celestia was becoming impatient with the apparent indecision expressed by her new fellows, to her mind there was no apparent danger within the immediate vicinity.

‘I would venture to say that it would be unnecessarily inefficient to lure us into the woods towards our doom, when we seem so content to loiter outside the gates from where we have just escaped in the open daylight.’ The woods had always provided a source of protection to her people and she had lived in harmony with the wild for many years; she had never considered them to be an ideal spot for battle.

Tradden looked somewhat confused.

‘So… you… think we should go and investigate?’ he asked.

Tradden was certainly convinced that whatever was going on nearby, it wasn’t good, and he scanned the treeline constantly for any sign of would be attackers.

‘Sounds good to me!’ bustled Khalin, himself growing a little impatient at the collective indecision, albeit apparently oblivious to the fact he was guilty of it too. ‘I’ll take point,’ he continued, now all business, and briskly started out in the direction Celestia had indicated moments ago. ‘Come on, Mister Nothing, let’s see what’s afoot!’

Zero followed in the burly dwarf’s wake.

‘What’s afoot is my stomach’s trying to eat itself,’ he moaned. ‘Where’s that smell of food coming from? Now that’s just torment!’ he hollored at the sky.

‘Looks like the decision is made!’ said Tradden, falling into line behind Zero. ‘You two coming?’ he asked over his shoulder to Celestia and Kireth as he walked.

[…continued in Book #01, Prelude, Scene #07…]