Breathing Stone

[domainoft 191]

*Crysh sits upon the smooth cold stone bench, recently carved out. Pieces of stone still litter the floor around the room. As Leyu walks out of the room, the sound of crunching rocks beneath her feet vibrate the small space that is Crysh's workshop in Polaris.

 

Bright rays of sunlight invade the space which is usually only lit by dim torches. Crysh squints his eyes under the strain of brightness his face frozen like the bench with a furrow.

 

Speaking softly to himself as the door slides closed with only the slightest sound of stone upon stone.

 

"What does she mean?"

 

Holding a few pieces of the stone she gave him in his hand, looking down upon them with a mix of emotions ranging from irritated frustration to completely exacerbated confusion.

 

"How could these be alive?"

 

As he sits there shaking his head thinking about all the strange jobs the Oracles have sent him on before this day, surely this one shall be one of the strangest.

 

 

Life goes on in little Polaris, Crysh toiling away at his mine tirelessly working towards a grand project most inhabitants of the land shall never seen, even most of the city far above has little clue what takes place far beneath their feet.

 

It had been weeks since Leyu had last brought him flowers for Blooming Steel. His growing smithy shop above on the surface where he also sold flowers for his teacher, on the occasion that she actually brought any.

 

Smiling at his latest tunnel in a long set of routes that mazed beneath the city a thought struck him. Brushing off the dirt and grim from his hands and wiping them upon  his pants, which were also quite dirty and did little to aid him. He reached out and pressed his hands upon the firm stone beside him with both palms, a technique he had done several thousands of times. This time he did not do as he normally did, which was to soften the rock with flows of water and beat it mercilessly to tiny stones.

 

Instead he just sat there for a moment, the cold of the stone slowly seeping into the palm of his rough hands. Focusing his mind as the Oracle had taught him he began to enter a deep nearly slumber like meditation. Reaching out with his mind to anything that would listen....nothing

 

As he stood their his patience while great compared to many of his Dwarven kind began to slowly falter. The peaceful inner voice slowly started giving way to the inner rage and frustration. Trying to calm himself he began to hum. Very softly at first and building into a triumphant roar fit for the great mead halls. The sound echo'd down the twists and turns of the tunnels, vibrating the stone and pebbles upon the ground.

 

Crysh could feel the vibrations of his deep melody and slowly began to recover from his inner ire. After a few moments he stopped his hum and just listened as it echoed back to him growing slowly softer. As it grew fainter and fainter he  noticed something else....something echoed besides his tune from the rock.

 

It flowed like a deep heartbeat, following the ups and downs of his melody as a deep shadow from the mountain. It was quite difficult to hear at first but as he listened for it. he became more accustomed to its nuances.

 

A great wide smile spread across his face as he realized what Leyu had meant for him when she told him one day he would seek out the guidance of the Druids, to understand the life of the stones he so preciously guarded. Some how, the stone was alive and for those who listened it would speak to them. What stories would it share, what riches would it give?

[Lark 2227]

((Wtf is blooming steel. Good read btw))

[domainoft 191]

((Come to Polaris and find out, its not a hard shop to find on the main drag))

[Lark 2227]

((Come to Polaris and find out, its not a hard shop to find on the main drag))

((No you come to the wayward workshop first. Or else im going to do to you what America does to those that dont sign up for the draft.))

While 4th wall words are exchanged Avgust makes plans to check out Polaris.

<3

[Watty_Banker 172]

Bardel learns of the heathen that seaks druidism amongst the Dwarves and hunts him down.

[Hiebe 2493]

Bardel learns of the heathen that seaks druidism amongst the Dwarves and hunts him down.

Hunt sharr too

[ThumperJack 927]

Bardel learns of the heathen that seaks druidism amongst the Dwarves and hunts him down.

Norik the Mountain Druid laughs from the grave "'es tu' late on all t'e dwarf druids! Oi'm alreadeh ded!"

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.