Venio Palatro
The Pale Inheritor
░▒▓▌The Deep-rotted▐▓▒░
Thirty-three hours ago, an earthquake had shattered the northern prefecture; a nobleman's court, along with the surrounding settlement, were devastated - those that could not evacuate were soon swallowed by the swampy earth. Following the seismic activity, a massive fault was discovered near the epicenter, along the slope of the great mountain, leading to depths unknown; it was there that most of the surrounding structures had vanished into and, perhaps, where any remaining survivors were likely to be trapped. The strategy was simple, overseen by a local government, supplemented by a wealth of off-planet samaritans and volunteers: a vast semi-circle surrounding the southern face of the mountain, further segmented into zones one through four, divided along the degrees of disaster in the given areas. From there, they would conduct an initial search before pressing deeper into the sunken city.
Furthermore, beyond these zones, they ringed what was considered Ground Zero, the face of the impact that had essentially shelled out the ground beneath the court itself; while the initial impact had completely disheveled the outermost layers of the prefect, it had continued to undermine the structural integrity of its vast subterranean catacombs. These catacombs, once an important cultural landmark of this clan, had long since been adapted for waste, storage, garbage, and other refuse. In actuality, before the tragedy, they had been a great image of reform; in fact, work to restore these tombs was underway when the quake occurred. However, by this time the graves were already half-collapsed and weathered, filled with murky rivers of corpse-riddled water and disease-infested trash; when the ground began to shake violently, they almost immediately gave way, and plunged the settlement into a vast, rotten swamp.
Ground Zero was for the ones with the pay to stomach it, the entire town devolved into a vast field of twisted metal, half-swallowed by knolls of mud and iron, the rest mostly drowned beneath a swollen sea of filth; beyond that minefield of rupturing sinkholes and death, the fault lay split open at the face of the alp, a gargantuan, gaping maw at the base, where the nobleman's very manor once lay, built of glass and ornate stone - now, this titanic crack ran vertically up the mountain, unfathomably deep. The shifting of the earth had broken into underground springs and rivers through the depth of these sepulchers, and, by the time rescue workers had arrived, the entirety of the city was flooded, then further devoured by the mountain. The sinking decline of the town itself led most of the mire and debris that surged up from these treacherous, underground chambers flowed down, and created a vast, singular, roaring waterfall of muck that entered the fault, never to be seen again.
Locals, allegedly, has considered the very mountain cursed - Moenia, they had called it, from which the town had earned its namesake. While a great many natives worked in those initial zones, to focus on clearing out the forested crags and establishing temporary 'points,' in which the more dedicated crews could strategically move into and out of Ground Zero, they never passed into the inner circles of the town; thus, most of the dangerous work was carried out by people like Venio. He wasn't here for charity, though he might not have declined had he been in the area; he was shipped from off-world, part of a small corporate initiative to gain favor among the populace. What he had been led to expect was a small rescue operation, perhaps an avalanche or mud slide had devoured the town, and they needed to dig out survivors - or, worst case, retrieve salvageable technology or valuables.
When the crew's junker landed among the fields of camps situated along the border of the disaster, however, his first thought was he had walked onto a warzone; behind them, the land was composed of wooded hillocks and forest-lined plains - before him, there was nothing but a broken, warped ruin half-drowned in sludge. He did not complain, at least not initially; the pay was that good, in fact - he'd been looking to settle down awhile now, at least temporarily, and this job offered just that in credits. Nonetheless, soon after the initial blast of steam depressurized the cabin, and the loading ramp fell down with a massive bang - where they filed out into the crowd, receiving a roaring series of command from all over - it was clear the environment was the smallest obstacle here; no, in fact, this would be, perhaps, a nonstop series of bureaucratic maneuvering, supplemented only by sweet breaks of what was essentially glorified dumpster-diving for shiny relics and the occasional set of bones.