"It all started when I had to shore up the basement of my building." Randal was explaining his problem. I did have to laugh his name was Randal, it was one of those perfect name to the person kind of names. We had moved from the bar to one of the booths, I ordered food because I knew I wouldn't be eating for a while once this shit started and I was totally right.
"Nothing good comes from digging, believe me I can tell you this one true thing, the ground is evil." It is evil, look at Valrym! He comes from the ground and no good comes from him! Other than the beer, food, occasional shoulder to cry on, but you know other than that!
"Back to what I was saying," Randal was impatient, like every time I'd try and add some levity he'd get this look on his face that told me my levity was not appreciated! Like a prick. "So the digging started and we unearthed what appeared to be a ruin, I though this was great news because I could use some of the artifacts within to pay off the construction work." I will pause to say how remarkably selfish this idea is "Oh an old ruin I bet I can sell off some stuff inside" what an asshole! I say that as someone who plunders the dead routinely.
"I'm going to guess the ruin wasn't as much of a boon as you expected."
"It was the first night after we unearthed the ruin, we must have let something out I don't know, but it moved through my building like a thresher killing everyone! The authorities found no bodies, just blood and damage, I told them about the ruin and the suggested I collapse the building on top of it, but I will not give up my property!"
"So you have no idea what's in the ruin only that it killed your tenants and no one else will help you?"
"Yes that is the long and short of it."
"I'm such an idiot for agreeing to help you." And I was! But remember amongst all else, NOTHING GOOD COMES FROM THE GROUND!
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