Beren and Ursaren were making good on their labor, the two combining their great strength to haul the larger stones back. Once An-Hasst joined them, the stronger members of the group (bar Geradin and Argon) made fast work of the rubble over the span of a few minutes. The Rocks they tossed behind them cracked and tumbled from their offhand drops and tosses, rolling away from them to splash into the magma, slowly sinking into the super-heated liquid. 

Argon blinked, tongue flicking out as he examined the boiling river along with Calanon. The Elf leaned in next to the edge of the flowing magma, placing a hand over it, the heat almost too unbearable even feet away from it. He closed his eyes, the Elf whispering in his native tongue, invoking clarity from Cendarius and Falethorwen. Even as he did so, Geradin heard Alice call to him from across the chamber, her echo carrying a bit too far for Beren's senses despite her words to Settionne, but as they were about to clear the archway in front of them soon, he supposed it was just incentive to work faster. 

Geradin seemed a bit too engrossed within the rock to pay too much heed, simply grumbling a reply back to her. "Hold, lass. I've..." He started to mumble again, knocking the stone with his knuckles. And then, as if the knock did something he wasn't expecting, something changed in his demeanor. "Aaaah, seems the elemental spirit here still thrives." He muttered. "And...there is another chamber across the stone," he breathed, though he could tell it was also [i]not[/i] deserted. They wouldn't be Dwarves either, or he would have gained an answer from a reply knock! There were also chambers along the fore where the others were digging across, and the winding but short tunnel Alice and Settionne.  

Geradin's eyes widened a bit, and he turned when he heard another crack from one of the rocks hitting the ground, rolling into the magma. "Oi!" He called as loud as he dared, waving about his stubby arms to the three that dug. "Oi ye dolts! Don't be disturbing the magma!" Argon and Calanon both leaped back as Geradin approached, though not because of the Dwarf Cleric. It was because the magma had begun to pop and flow quicker, seeming almost angry or energetic at the rocks it had consumed, and the presence of the folk within the chamber. 

"Blast it." Geradin whispered. Beren turned around, incredulous. "What?" He asked, and Geradin began to warn them. "The Dorcha are using the spirit of the magma tae forge weapons ye idiots! If we rile up the spirit, and they're in other chambers this river flows through, they'll notice and come bleedin' investigating. Hurry with that door!" 

Calanon volunteered to watch the passageways to the right, opposite of Settionne and Alice. Geradin began to cast spells to calm the spirit of the magma, being needed here instead of in the hall with Settionne and Alice, the Priest having gone a short distance down the dark hall. Due to his moonlit sight from the pendant he wore, he would see a curve in the passageway, where the enticing magics called ever stronger. They would call to Alice too, and though there was an obvious chaotic feel, she would feel the alluring tug of the magic as well. 

Argon walked up to Alice, head snaking around her shoulder to see what she looked at. "Friend Alice, where do you go?"
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