Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726

To those who knew of its existence, the Goldmine was regarded as one of the most valuable bases in all of Vale. Not just because of its strategic location, but because of the countless riches held inside.

Built into the side of a small mountain in the forested badlands outside of the kingdom's borders, it was defended by a large wall standing 15 metres high and 5 deep of solid concrete and wrought steel. Along its walkway were three imposing anti-air turrets, as well as numerous sniper towers, each capable of housing a dozen or more skilled marksmen and heavy-weapons teams.

Behind it were several compounds built into the mountain, including a barracks, armoury and even a small landing area and refueling station for airships. Its most impressive features, however, were its two tunnel networks beneath the mountain itself. Down one was the Goldmine itself - a stockpile of invaluable treasures, Dust crystals, artefacts and pieces of art, easily capable of making its owner one of the wealthiest people in the kingdom - if not in all of Remnant.

It was in that cavern that Decadere Diaboli sat, idly skipping gold coins across the vast swathes of old relics and modern gadgets that littered the rocky floor, illuminated by the red glow of several imposing Dust crystals that were even larger than he was. He often spent days shifting through his stolen goods, making sure nothing had gone missing. These days rarely left.

"What was it the doctor called it?" Diaboli murmured to himself, letting the coins fall through his fingertips. "Oh yeah..."

Dragon Sickness.

Before he could reach for another coin, though, he heard footsteps echoing behind him, and then a soft voice which brought him back to reality once again.

"What are you still doing down here?" Blanc said, a tinge of concern in her voice as she gazed up at him. "It's been hours. Everyone's eager to return home, and there's no reason for us to stay anymore."

Diaboli regarded her coolly for a moment with his one good eye, before sliding down the mountain of coins to meet her.

"Counting..." he replied, "...I need to make sure there's enough when Helldrix arrives."

Blanc looked around in surprise. "Surely there's enough now? How expensive are these...cavalier...things?"

The gang boss barked a laugh and rested a reassuring hand on her head. "Too expensive, unfortunately. I would have bought them years ago if they weren't," he answered, but then with a dramatic wave at the cavern's riches, he smiled.

"Nothing short of an invasion can stop us now, though."



Meanwhile, the scarred mercenary Hector Mettal once again found himself regretting his decision to tag along on his employer's latest research venture. Flanked by several of his masked partners, he grew ever more concerned with each passing second as the group ventured closer and closer to discovering his previous employer's most important hideout.

''I should have just stayed home. ''

After a couple more steps he called to the young lady leading the group, his voice a gravelly rumble behind his iron mask.

"I think we should turn back now, ma'am," he shouted, using the first excuse that popped into his head, "dangerous Grimm are known to wander around these parts."

(I hope that's good enough) 