(OOC: Sorry if I've been long. Thought the RPG was dying out and, well, you know. Great job with the RPG so far. BTW, very nice comment, T!
I've improved in my RPG skills over the year.)
Elsewhere, Kealton was searching the outside of the town, about investigating the 10-foot permititer outside of it. He hoped to find a tunnel or shaft where the workers came to mine minerals. He had his staff close at hand, having the bright ruins on it guide him through the pitch-black night. Kealton had already felt spirits around him many...many times. They were yelling indistinguishable phrases that were almost impossible to point out. What exactly did these things want?
Suddenly, about southwest of Transville, his staff strook something that was wood. Exactly where it struck, he took his cold, numbed fingers and started to sweep the dirt off. Once it was all uncovered, Kealton had discovered a large, wooden square. It was about three feet big and two feet wide, and was made of dusty wood that was easily breakable. It could be anything. Was it a chest buried into the ground? Or perhaps a coffin? With a large slam of his staff, he cracked a hole in the wood that was large enough so he could squeeze into.
There was nothing but a big black hole in the square. He knew undoubtingly that a mining shaft was down there. With gentle care, he jumped down his hole and landed with a thump. It was so dark inside that even the keenest night vision wouldn't help. Kealton murmered something in an old language. After that, his staff had become a torch with a green flame. It didn't smoke up the place, so that Kealton wouldn't die. He went deeper into the mine with care.
This mine had very narrow hallways, it gives the illusion of the halls getting smaller and smaller the deeper you get in. It was supported by wooden beams, which would make you feel that the mine will fall apart at an awkward moment. Kealton saw abandoned mining picks, helmets, lanterns, and other various possesions. Bones had lied in it, too. Bones of any kind of creature on Oddworld. Well, almost every one. Mining karts also lied on wooden tracks, carry either gold, silver, crystals, or many a little bit of both.
Kealton already felt a tingly feeling because of the noises around him. There were the sound of mining picks slaming against a hard, rocky wall. Yet nobody was mining here. It was just Kealton, all by himself. But it wasn't like that for long. Not yet deep inside the cave, he heard a scream that could barely be heard. Kealton went into a quick stop, and quickly looked to his left then his right. He ignored it and kept moving on. Suddenly, the scream came again, only a bit louder.
"Hmmm." Kealton pondered. "That scream...sounds familiar."
It came once again, even louder. He quickly look acton and went through the narrow mining halls. He knew where that cry for help was coming from.
(OOC: Much longer than my last post. Just wanted you to keep up where Kealton was ;p)