Adam Drake - Blackout

“Glad those twits are over there and not…” Mudhoof said when a loud scream to our left cut him off.

A small tunnel entrance I hadn’t noticed suddenly vomited up a group of crazed miners. Similar to the others, they were armed and completely insane.

And they ran straight at us.

“They’re mine!” Mudhoof shouted. And before I could respond the minotaur lowered his steel-pointed horns and used his charge ability.

Instantly, Mudhoof closed the distance between him and the miners. When he collided with the first one a shock wave blasted out from the point of impact.

All the miners, about six of them, flew back into the air. They all bounced off a rocky wall and tumbled over the edge, legs and arms flailing.

Their screams of rage slowly faded as they plummeted into the darkness.

Mudhoof was panting heavily and his eyes were wide. “Been wanting to do that for a while,” he said and chuckled.

From the tunnel the miners had popped out of came more screams.

“Let’s keep moving,” I said. “I don’t want to make a last stand with my back to a cliff.”

As the shouting grew with intensity, we hurried down the nearest passageway.

We delved deeper.

The tunnel continued onward, and I had the sense we were crossing back under the valley. Perhaps toward Ashbrook as Tress had said. Many off shoot chambers and passageways tempted us, but as a group we decided to stick with the main tunnel.

Occasionally, we would hear the screams and ravings of the afflicted miners, but for the moment, they were far away.

But bumbling along through the dim passageways did not sit well with Mudhoof.

“This is boring,” the minotaur said. “When can we start fighting again?”

“I’m happy things have calmed down,” said Feign. “We don’t want to lose another group member. There is still the final fight to come.”

He meant the final showdown with the Demon King. Defeating him would give us the Legendary Item. But considering how incredibly powerful the King was, I started to have doubts that we’d ever finish this quest.

“Whatever,” Mudhoof said. “Gimme something to kill and I’ll kill it. Prancing along these tunnels is getting to me.”

Up ahead we could see the tunnel ending at a chamber infused with bright light.

“I think you may get some excitement real soon, Muddie,” I said.

With caution we approached the lit chamber.

As we entered I was struck with a strong sense of vertigo. A wide chasm opened up to the immediate left with a sheer drop into blackness. Far across this void was a ledge lit with torches.

We stood on a ledge very similar, lined with torches along the rock wall to our right. A rail line started here and went to the other side of the chamber. There was a large hopper set in the ground at the end of the rail line. It was meant to store ore dug up by the miners. Against the far wall was a small metal door. Finally, there was a large ore cart on the start of the rail line.

“Wow,” Mudhoof said with dripping sarcasm. “Exciting.”

I was about hit back with a little sarcasm, too, when Feign shouted, “Look! Over there!”

We looked were he pointed.

Way over on the far ledge four figures entered. They weren’t too distant to make out exactly what they were. Two looked like ninjas, one in blue garb, the other green.

“Ninjas!” Mudhoof spat. “I hate ninjas more than spiders.”

The third figure walked in a stilted manner and resembled a humanoid statue carved from marble.

“A stone mage,” Feign said with a frown. “That’s not good.”

The final figure was all to apparent. A centaur. His human torso clad in samurai armor.

“Our old buddy,” I said. “Mr. Centaur-Samurai. Well, this should make for a lovely reunion.”

The rival group noticed us, too, and glared across the vast expanse.

“And they’re not down a man, like us.” Mudhoof scowled at them. “I don’t have an attack with range. Why don’t you try shooting at them, Vee?”

“I don’t know what good it will do…” I said before Feign pushed me.

“Look out!” The mage shouted.

Before I knew what happened a pillar of ice instantly appeared at the edge of the chasm next to where I had stood. A shuriken, a ninja throwing star, had buried itself deep inside it. It had been aimed at me.

I blinked in surprise from the ground, not just from the attack but also the quick movement the mage had just pulled off.

“Sorry about that,” Feign said offering me his hand and pulled me up.

“No problem, speedy,” I said. “And thanks.”

Mudhoof looked at the shuriken. “Nice block, Snowball. But do you have enough juice to make more of those?”

Across the chasm, the other group hollered and shook their fists. Even from here I can see little tiny FILTERED labels covering the fingers they held up.

“Not for many more, I’m afraid,” Feign said. “Let’s not make ourselves targets any longer than we must. Which begs the question. What now?”

It was then I noticed that the other ledge had an ore cart, too. As well as a hopper with a metal door beside it.

Realization then struck me. “Oh, no,” I said. “Don’t tell me.”

“What?” Asked Mudhoof.

“Group Challenge To Begin,” said a silky voice. It was the same one we heard when we first entered the quest zone.

“The heck is this?” Mudhoof said looking around bewildered.

The voice continued. “Place ore in the cart, then put the ore in the hopper. The first group to complete this task will be allowed to continue.”

“FILTERED!” Mudhoof said.

Piles of blue ore faded into existence around us and along the rail line. Ore also appeared on the other group’s ledge.

“Now this is unusual,” Feign said, giving the piles of blue ore a worried look.

“Begin!” The voice declared.

“Okay, grab the ore!” I shouted unnecessarily as the other two leapt into motion.

We each grabbed the blue ore and tossed it into the cart with a loud clatter. But when I grabbed an ordinary stone, I couldn’t lift it and got a message on my view screen. “Blue Ore Only.”

“Fine,” I said, and switched to a large chunk of blue ore.

Within a few minutes we’d picked up all the ore on this end of the line. More ore was a little further down the rail.

“Push the cart!” I said.

Mudhoof and I pushed against the massive ore cart, but it barely moved. The wheels were old and rusted.

I stopped and tried to think. “Feign, can you put ice on the rails just in front of the wheels? It might help us move it.”

“I will try,” the mage said. He rubbed his fingers together and fine snow sprinkled down. It landed on the rails and formed slick ice on the metal.

We pushed again. This time the cart moved, but with great effort. Once we got it further down the line, we stopped and shifted to scooping up ore.

I gave a quick glance across the chasm. The other group were moving at top speed, throwing ore into their cart. They’d even had it further down the line than ours.

“They’re ahead of us!” I said.

“Keep working!” Mudhoof said, tossing armfuls of ore into the cart.

Once we’d grabbed all the ore in that section Feign worked his ice magic on the rails again. The cart was a pain to move but we could still make progress to the next section of the line.

We did this two more times, and the cart was about half full.

“How much do you think we need?” Mudhoof said, panting. His large hands allowed him to grab more ore which I took for a blessing.

“I think we’re expected to get all of it off the line,” I said. “Then we move it to that hopper thing.”