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Archeology RP (MT, Closed)

Turka-Sir
27-03-2008, 00:52
OOC: Only those who had posted in the interest thread are permitted to post here. Its of no offense to you if you haven't, I just don't want thirty people posting here. It kind of gets out of hand once the poster numbers surpass six.

OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=552557&highlight=archeology)

Hal-Dun Ruins, Turka-Sir, Present Day

The hot desert sun beamed down hotly on the heads of the workers inside the deep pit. The local workers had long ago grown accustomed to the heat of the sun, for it had been with them their whole lives. Pick-axes chipped away hard rock in a rythmitic manner, creating a steady beat for all others to work with. At least six dozen men were inside the dig site, with countless more working elsewhere to keep the project going. The endless clamour of working men did little to help Doctor Christopher Fahid write his notes in his journal. Angrily glancing up at the scorching sun, he silently wished for at least a little cloud coverage. The little brown man shook his head and resumed jotting his words into the thin book that lay in his lap.

It is week two since we have discovered the burial palace of Hal-Dun. This Immortal General, a high-ranking officer in the Persian elite, must have done great deeds for the Persian King to have bestowed such a burial site. We have already unearthed many clay pots with beautiful paintings on them, although most are faded beyond recognition. We are extremely lucky to have found this place before any grave robbers did. Everything is still intact.

We are in the final stages of digging through the entrance of the burial chamber which has been sealed off with thick slabs of granite. I must say, this is all extremely exciting work. I do believe this is the only known Persian Immortal in all of Turka-Sir... At least, that we know of. The writing at the entrance has confirmed this. Speaking of which, I also estimate this place to have been built around 520-525 BCE. I am still amazed that this place has been so well preserved.

Chris looked up from his book and watched a bulldozer lift away the piles of sand to a better location to be dumped. Chris closed his journal and folded his hadns behind his head, fingers interlocking securely. He wish he could go back into his tent and nap away the midday sun. Unfortunately, he had been charged with greeting the new arrivals to the dig. They were to watch and take notes and- if deemed acceptable by him- they could participate in the opening of the burial chamber. He checked his watch for the fifth time that hour. They would be arriving soon.