Pretty much from the moment that we left the elevator cage to venture out into the labyrinth that awaited us beneath Dorasharn Tower we became dependant on Elaydren's map. Following its directions we started to pick our way through the passages. It was clear that the tunnels we travelled, constructed intermittently of steel and stone, were a distinctly different architectural style then the city above us. Even at a glance it was easy to imagine they were hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old.
The journey was not a pleasant one. The tunnels were strangely warm and would only become more so the further we ventured and filled with dust and sometimes smoke that stung the eyes, stuck to our sweet to form a thick black grime and diffused the light of our lanterns. A constant background noise, a deep, rhythmic thumping interspersed with the occasionally metallic ring or the sound of rock breaking, grated on the nerves.
While we kept mainly to the wider passages there were numerous side tunnels that branched away in all directions. Most went out beyond the meagre range of our illumination but some opened abruptly onto balconies that overlooked vast chambers in which unimaginably massive machines ceaselessly toiled. Our route took us along more humid tunnels were water ran from the walls to collect in oily puddles or rise up again as steam. And the rats, always with us but keeping just out of sight but watching us with red eyes that peered out of shadows and crevices at us.
After a whil
The journey was not a pleasant one. The tunnels were strangely warm and would only become more so the further we ventured and filled with dust and sometimes smoke that stung the eyes, stuck to our sweet to form a thick black grime and diffused the light of our lanterns. A constant background noise, a deep, rhythmic thumping interspersed with the occasionally metallic ring or the sound of rock breaking, grated on the nerves.
While we kept mainly to the wider passages there were numerous side tunnels that branched away in all directions. Most went out beyond the meagre range of our illumination but some opened abruptly onto balconies that overlooked vast chambers in which unimaginably massive machines ceaselessly toiled. Our route took us along more humid tunnels were water ran from the walls to collect in oily puddles or rise up again as steam. And the rats, always with us but keeping just out of sight but watching us with red eyes that peered out of shadows and crevices at us.
After a whil
