The Depths, Pt 1

A long time ago, there was a small village of miners who lived on top of a mountian. Once a child turned 16, they began working in the mines with their parents to search for diamonds and iron. Jorg was no different.

On the night of his 16th birthday, Jorg's grandfather unexpectedly called him to sit by the fire. "I have something that I need to tell you before you go to the mines," he said. "What is it, Grandpa?" Jorg asked. His grandfather rarely spoke anymore,

and least of all this late at night. "You must remember to never, ever, dig straight down." "But Grandpa, why not? If I dig straight down, I'll surely dig find my way to diamonds much more quickly!" The old man's face grew dark and

his wrinkled face formed a cracked grimmace. "Never dig straight down, boy. Never." --- Jorg woke early, eager to make his way into the depths of the mountian and find treasures for his

family. His grandfather's warning was still on his mind, but he decided that the old man must be losing his grip on reality. Once at the mine, he was given a few torches and told to follow one of the more experienced miners, Hal, to learn the

ropes. Hal was built like an ox and had the intellect to match, but seemed nice enough. He beckoned Jorg over to him and held out a hand the size of a dinner plate. "Name Hal. Happy to meet new friend," he managed. "Hello, Hal, I'm Jorg

I'm new." Jorg held his own hand out and immediately felt his entire hand and forearm enveloped in Hal's crushing grasp. "Ok, good," Hal grunted, freeing Jorg's arm. "You follow down."