Azaria Locations: Ornixa Mines
My next location are the Ornixa Mines. Currently owned by the wealthy Balthanders family, this used to be the pride and joy of the lost Gladier House. A Goddess Shrine was constructed as part of the mine, and it still remains incompletely explored. Most ores and precious gems can be found here, and it's the main industry fuelling Ornixa town's economy.
Get a feel for the mines in this snippet from chapter five of The Parting (book 2) below...
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“I
will handle this,” Navinka murmured. She pushed in front, drawing herself to
her full height. “We have been granted free access to the shrine by the
relevant authorities, and as promised we have kept clear from the new annex.”
She plucked a parchment from her cloak. “I trust this is proof enough?”
Get a feel for the mines in this snippet from chapter five of The Parting (book 2) below...
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Foreground rocks
Lower rock wall
Upper rock wall
Bridge
Carts
Water: redheadstock brush set
Rafters
Lower rock wall
Upper rock wall
Bridge
Carts
Water: redheadstock brush set
Rafters
“You should
lead, Eliza,” Adam said. “You’ll know which way to go before any of us will.”
“Right,” I
said.
Accepting his
torch, I headed back to the main corridor. Ryan fell behind, probably wanting
to put more distance between us. Well, good luck to him. I was sick of his
moping, and the less I had to see of it, the better. Thank the Goddess I still
had the runes
protecting me. The Binding
would never let me hear the end of it otherwise.
I clambered
into the ring passage. It was much narrower, and we had to stay in single file. Ominous creaks echoed above our heads, and I swallowed. I needed to relax. Adam
squeezed my shoulder, and I touched his hand. At least he was being supportive, unlike His Royal Moodiness behind me. The
latter’s words from the Glenford manor echoed back, and I scoffed. Ryan loved me—yeah right. How could he
fathom such a concept when he was wallowing in enough self-pity to fill Lake
Breska.
Rank after
rank of pillars floated past, and I lost track of how much distance we covered.
The silence, too, stretched on, and I licked my lips. It was making me jumpy. But
I had no reason to be afraid. The mines were secured. Nobody could have
followed us. It wasn’t as if I’d come alone, either. Huh, maybe this was a warning my rune protection was running out. Not
a welcome thought, considering I‘d be stuck with His Highness for a while yet.
Eventually
the passage branched, revealing two further exits.
“We will
keep a straight path,” Navinka said. It was a command, not a suggestion. Not
having any reason to argue, I shrugged and kept going. I’d have to wait for the
golden shimmers
to appear for guidance.
Despite being
a ‘ring passage’, the corridor didn’t curve much. Instead crossroads dotted the
path at intervals, leading to Goddess-knew-where. By the time we’d passed the fourth one, I was
getting dizzy. Every entrance looked the same, and it was hard to tell whether
we’d made a circle or not. And was it me, or did the walls seem to be closing
in?
Before my
claustrophobia took over, a triad of doorways appeared,
decorated differently than before. I paused, relieved to see the marble swirls.
We had to be getting closer. The middle entrance looked most promising, so I
made my way towards it. At the same time, voices
caught my ear. I stopped. Adam brushed against me, holding my shoulders.
“What’s up?”
he asked.
“Someone’s
ahead,” I said.
Frowning,
Adam took the torch and strode forward. A tense silence followed, but he soon
returned, smiling.
“Only some
miners,” he said. “This passage cuts through the main cavern, they’re working
just below us. We can still go on.” He flipped the torch back to me, his eyes full of encouragement. Taking a
breath, I walked on.
Really, get
a grip, Eliza.
As Adam had
said, a passage wall had collapsed, revealing the main hub of the mine. Workers
pushed at carts piled with stone, and a tributary of the river flowed through a
manmade channel. Below us a ledge protruded, where a group of helmeted miners
attacked the rock. One of the men paused to wipe his brow, and spotted us.
“Oi, you
there!” he shouted. “What’re you doing in the ring passage? This area is off
limits to visitors!”
He removed
his helmet, revealing his matted blonde hair, and climbed the ledge.
Up close, I could see grit marks on his face, and his bare arms were plastered
in cuts and scratches.