The Fangstones
In millenia past, unto the first Turning was the land rough, and sparse. Life grew feebly, and the world offered little upon which the flora or fauna could draw sustinence.
The sea offered water, and the clouds rain, but the soul of the land remained unkindled.
Such was the morning when we left the confines of First City to survey the world and begin a meager attempt at building, little did we know of the coming "Experience".
Upon the plains West of RavensClose did Tsargin and Smat begin their experiment, believing that could incant stone to take shape in structured fashion, thus forming walls, small hillocks, and eventually low ridges.
Typical of their early days, they'd drunk heavily the night before in "Preparation", and now with zeal began the incantation.
To rivers deep; in mountain source.
To soil verdant, to rock we sing
Your soul embrace, your fire bring.
Come stand erect, grow valleys deep
Raise snowy mantle on Mountain peak
Inspire with fingers, cast in stone,
infuse each ridge with Granite Bone....
Now this went on most of the morning, both of them are wont for Drama,
and of course a well crafted word is the most powerful talisman.
(the other 3 of us dined as the droned, and of course we gave occasional support late in the afternoon)
Right after Moira suggested the "birthing" concept to increase the focus of the charm, and of course in lady-like fashion waxed philisophic about labor and the pangs of Birth, It TOOK! And then it CHANGED. I well remember the last words I heard from the two of them before they were fighting to keep it from becoming 20,000ft peaks.
| TSARGIN: | Ah Moira thats the key Lass, there ya Go.. no.. wait... | SMAT: | Aye thats it, no no wait, thats NO' IT, oh Shite! (unpronouncable phrases) |
| TSARGIN: | Oh LAD, OH, thats not Right, AhhhhHHHHHRRR | SMAT: | Damn Tsargin...Yes.. Thats it, Now were in for it Take the North man! |
| TSARGIN: | Take it...., Are ya Daft, its miles ahead, I'll have to CATCH it. | SMAT: | Then RUN ya fool, I'm for the South, and hoping First City and the Sea don't get in the way. Dampen the Charm if ya can! |
Amusing and perilous was the remainder of the day, random quakes and fires punctuated a brave attempt to get it under control.
What began simply blossomed:
As night fell so did the range we christened "THE FANGSTONES" for certainly
the teeth had gotten the better part of its creators with a fine bite ending
the day, and the posteriors of Smat and Tsargin.
And millenia later the range has become what todays traveller see's as they cross the plains, moving south towards the city of RavensDale.
So the Story of the Making of the Fangstones is told, by the hand of Lansyter 3rd of the Five, with not a little merriment, and a smuggled glass of the last of the ships brandy.
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