It was then I noticed that the other ledge had an ore cart, too. As well as a hopper with a metal door beside it.
Realization then struck me. “Oh, no,” I said. “Don’t tell me.”
“What?” Asked Mudhoof.
“Group Challenge To Begin,” said a silky voice. It was the same one we heard when we first entered the quest zone.
“The heck is this?” Mudhoof said looking around bewildered.
The voice continued. “Place ore in the cart, then put the ore in the hopper. The first group to complete this task will be allowed to continue.”
“FILTERED!” Mudhoof said.
Piles of blue ore faded into existence around us and along the rail line. Ore also appeared on the other group’s ledge.
“Now this is unusual,” Feign said, giving the piles of blue ore a worried look.
“Begin!” The voice declared.
“Okay, grab the ore!” I shouted unnecessarily as the other two leapt into motion.
We each grabbed the blue ore and tossed it into the cart with a loud clatter. But when I grabbed an ordinary stone, I couldn’t lift it and got a message on my view screen. “Blue Ore Only.”
“Fine,” I said, and switched to a large chunk of blue ore.
Within a few minutes we’d picked up all the ore on this end of the line. More ore was a little further down the rail.
“Push the cart!” I said.
Mudhoof and I pushed against the massive ore cart, but it barely moved. The wheels were old and rusted.
I stopped and tried to think. “Feign, can you put ice on the rails just in front of the wheels? It might help us move it.”
“I will try,” the mage said. He rubbed his fingers together and fine snow sprinkled down. It landed on the rails and formed slick ice on the metal.
We pushed again. This time the cart moved, but with great effort. Once we got it further down the line, we stopped and shifted to scooping up ore.
I gave a quick glance across the chasm. The other group were moving at top speed, throwing ore into their cart. They’d even had it further down the line than ours.
“They’re ahead of us!” I said.
“Keep working!” Mudhoof said, tossing armfuls of ore into the cart.
Once we’d grabbed all the ore in that section Feign worked his ice magic on the rails again. The cart was a pain to move but we could still make progress to the next section of the line.
We did this two more times, and the cart was about half full.
“How much do you think we need?” Mudhoof said, panting. His large hands allowed him to grab more ore which I took for a blessing.
“I think we’re expected to get all of it off the line,” I said. “Then we move it to that hopper thing.”
I looked again at the other group. They were farther ahead of us by at least one section by my guess.
I shook my head. “Maybe their cart’s wheels aren’t as messed up as ours.”
The centaur-samurai pressed his should up against their cart. The other members simply stood back, not attempting to help.
“What are they doing?” I said.
The centaur pushed, and the cart moved down the line with ease.
“That lucky jerk,” Mudhoof said. “He’s got a strength enhancing ability. Must have been saving it all this time because you can only use it for a brief period in a day.”
“Do you have anything like that?” Feign said, hoisting a large chunk of ore into the cart.
Mudhoof raised and arm and flexed a huge muscle. “Pure Bull-Brawn is all I need!” He slammed into the cart and it moved forward while Feign hastened to apply ice to the rails.
After three more arduously cleared sections it became apparent our two groups were neck and neck.
“Nice! Even a man short we’re kicking their butts,” Mudhoof said with a grin.
We had cleared the last section of ore and all that remained was to push the cart to the hopper.
“Okay,” I said, “Last push!”
The moment I touched the cart a loud crash threw me back.
This time, thanks to activating my sure-footed ability minutes earlier, I did not get knocked to the ground, but Feign and Mudhoof weren’t so lucky.
One end of the cart had been kicked off the rails and teetered precariously over to one side, threatening to dump the load of ore.
“What happened?” Feign asked as he picked himself up.
I looked. A shuriken stuck out of the cart. It must have had enough magical punch to nearly upend the heavy cart.
We all turned to glare at the other group.
They were laughing and pointing at us. The blue ninja waved, then bowed deeply. He’d been the one to throw it.
“Those FILTEREDs!” Mudhoof cursed.
Immediately, the centaur pushed on their full ore cart toward the hopper. I looked at our dislodged cart and over to them. They were going to win!
Then I lost my temper.
“Let’s try pushing the cart up… Vee, what are you doing?” Mudhoof said in surprise. He must have seen my expression.
I walked to the ledge. The other group had turned their attention to their impending victory. Their cart was now in position. Even from where I stood I could see how happy they were.
My bow appeared in my hand, and I called forth a special arrow which I snatched from my quiver. Carefully, I aimed, and fired.
The arrow sailed across the gap.
At the last moment, the stone mage noticed and raised a hand to cast a spell, no doubt to block it.
But this arrow was not intended to hit anyone.
The moment it reached the other side, the arrow exploded.
Thousands of multi-colored beams of light shot out from above the other group. There was no sound, only the intense flickering of beams that blinded everyone within range.
The four figures began running around wildly, bumping into the rock wall and each other. The cascade of light didn’t stop. Their cart was all but forgotten.
“A disorientation spell!” Feign said with a wide grin. “Very nice, Miss Valesh.”
“We don’t have much time,” I said. “Let’s get this back on the rails.”
With a lot of effort, and grunting and curses from Mudhoof, we pushed the cart back into position. Then, shoved it down the last of the line in front of the hopper.
I looked over at the other group who were still running around without purpose. Their confusion was total. I could imagine their players swearing and cursing up a storm once they’d lost control of their avatars.
To my surprise and delight, the two ninjas ran full tilt over the ledge and plummeted into the darkness.
“Oh, Vee!” Mudhoof said with a cheer. “Two birds, one stone!”
The centaur and stone mage finally regained their senses and leapt to their cart to push.
“Oops!” I said. “Push! Now!”
We did and tipped the cart over so the ore spilled out into the hopper. Dust and bits of rock kicked up everywhere.
The remaining two members of the other group had done the same thing. It was down to gravity now.
When the cart was empty, the voice spoke again.
’Task Complete.’
I looked across the chasm. They’d finished at about the same time, too.
“A photo finish?” Feign said, looking worried.
“If you want to see me blow a gasket, give the win to those twits,” Mudhoof said with a scowl.
The voice then said, “One group may continue. The other group must find another way.”
Suddenly, on the other side, the rock above their metal door collapsed. Within seconds it was buried.
The door next to us then opened, revealing the tunnel continuing on.
“I’d cheer but I’m too tired,” I said.
“Let’s get through the door before were expected to do another dumb task,” Mudhoof said.