Greenborne- Something Deeper
The clangs of metal on rock filled the silent night in succession. A pickax fell upon the breaking stone with furious blows until it weakened enough and cracked. The rubble fell to Bimblesnaff's leather clad soles, and he sifted through the dirt to examine the contents. Gleaming mithril ore caught his eye through the chaff yet was met with a disappointed sigh, although still pocketed. Kicking away the waste from his dig into a growing pile from his day's labor, the lunatic brought up the pick again and smashed it against the metal vein. The pile stirred at the clashes, rumbling at the sound as if pained by them. The pebbles and bits rose up, taking a vaguely human shape. The lumbering figure leaned its massive body over the miner, gently tapping him on the shoulder with its giant finger, a ginger motion that nearly cracked his collar bone.
"Excuse me, sir," politely asked the brute in a grating, thunderous voice, masking its intentions, "but the earth to which you carve is the residing place of my spirit." Greenborne cast a less than impressed eye over his shoulder while continuing the pounding. "I am bound to it. If you cause further harm to it, I will cease to be." After seeing that the golem had nothing left to say, the maniac turned his head back forward, and resumed his prior task. "Very well, then, sir. You leave me no choice." Pulling back its jagged fist, the guardian of the soil smashed the stony appendage into the human's back. It collided with a mighty explosion of bits and shards, but the toiling was uninterrupted. Turning around, Bimblesnaff held up the ornament strung around his neck.
"Oh, so you are a disciple bestowed his protect?" realized the elemental force upon seeing the glow around the Silver Star. "Even his divine intervention will not save you forev-" The lunatic slid off his green jacket, revealing the brown robes donned beneath. "I see," resumed the giant in speech, "but that still won't-" Reaching into the small pouch abut his waist, Greenborne pulled out a long handle that ended in a wicked, spiked ball of metal. Well versed in all things of the earth, he knew its make. "But even that-" Stretching out his other arm, a bottle rolled out from his sleeve. Taking a swig of the viscous, golden solution, the man glared at the earthen titan with a malicious gleam.
"Party time," the maniac announced before unleashing an unbridled fury upon the creature of the crags. Little by little, the series of blows knocked chips out of the solid hide as the golem helplessly struggled against its assailant. Changing his aim to the tiny legs that kept the monstrously sized beast up, one quickly shattered and the rock man toppled. Standing on top of the downed victim, the flesh man turned his mace upside down and drove it into the stone chest until the very core that held the construct together was broken in tatters. Flattening out the remains with his weapon, he looked to see what was left of his kill. Spotting a dull shine, a gloved hand shot into the mess and pulled out a rough gem.
"Finally!" Greenborne exclaimed in relief, holding his treasure high. Twisting his face peculiarly, he studied the object closer. "A sapphire? Ah, dammit!" Grumbling, he slipped this disappointment into his pocket with all the others and resumed his search.
