Sorry about the late update guys, an art exam's been keeping me away, but I'll be resuming regularish updates again.
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1st Moonstone 674 - Morning"Ah Stas, you haven't seen the spare pick have you?" Spartan asked the Dwarf as he passed him in the halls. Stas gave a slight cough,
"The spare pick? I can't say I have..."
"Oh, shame."
"Don't worry...it'll probably turn u-" Stas stopped mid-sentence, a strange look on his face. His demeanour suddenly grew shift, as his eyes darted to and fro. He left without a word, moving to the craftsdwarf workshop where he quickly collected a lace agate, two lumps of magnetite, and some donkey leather. And, all in silence and trying to hide what he was doing from any others nearby, began to work secretly.
- - -
"Master Ibruk!" Kadzar called to the prophet. Ibruk was just leaving, having finished the Morning prayer to Id, supreme god and god of the mountains, as his disciple ran up to him,
"I think Stas is communing with the gods! He's taken the craft workshop, some materials and is working on something, just like you did!"
"Well, by Kol Esdorkol! Let us go at once!"
The two arrived at the workshop behind a crowd which was watching the Dwarf work, trying to steal glances at what he was making. Ibruk pushed past them, moving to Reg and Steve, who were there, conferring between colleagues,
"No, it's perfectly benign. Nothing worse than Ibruk's. I'm more worried about this hangover. That damned e-" Reg said,
"I've heard from some mountainhomes that this is the classic symptom of Berserk Syndrome. It might be best to-"
Ibruk interrupted Doc. Steve with a cough, inclining his head to the two of them before speaking,
"Pilgrims, I do not think you need to worry. He is simply receiving guidance from the gods, as I myself did. Soon we have be witnesses to another sign for our future."
"What we need is a sign of sanity, that's what." Reg said with a sigh, moving away. Doc. Steve shrugged, before following him. Ibruk turned to Kadzar,
"Let us not be disheartened by their lack of faith, dear Kadzar. For did Nekut not show her glory to all by making the moon fill the sky? They will realize, in time."
- - -
Stas finished his work just as dinner was sounded. They found him sitting idly on the floor, holding a magnificent magnetite bracelet. He claimed only to remember speaking to Spartan in the morning and then finding himself clutching the bracelet, which he - for some unknown reason - was sure was called 'Throatground'.
This time there was no great dictation of the gods' wisdom by Ibruk, mostly from the fact that Stas refused to give the bracelet to anyone and promptly left the room for the caverns.
- - -
Stas didn't know what had caused this sudden blank space in his memories, and what had driven him to create Throatground, but it was a beautiful bracelet, worthy of a king, and he was determined to make sure no one else got their hands on it. He ducked behind the stone walls of the cavern, moving into his private room where he had stashed all that he had taken. He laid the bracelet down onto the table and then suddenly an idea struck him.
The temple was empty.
Everyone was on the upper levels, eating dinner or helping with the carving out of new rooms, or the still-unfinished tunnel. Kadzar had gone with Ibruk for dinner and the temple was empty and unguarded, and held Slyshaken, the idol Ibruk had created. Now as the perfect moment to take it. It was wasted, in that iron temple, surrounded by wooden candles and smoke and being regarded as a gift from the gods. Stas would ensure it was truly admired. He left his little room and moved to the temple, opening the iron doors carefully so as to not leave any trace. Slyshaken stood on the altar, surrounded by fungiwood candles that gave off an pungent aroma, still burning slowly from various people's visits to the temple to pray. He slowly took a gloved hand to the idol, when a voice rang out,
"It is best not to touch that, Master Ibruk has warned that a gift from the gods should be kept in the temple." Stas dropped the idol in surprise and it clattered down onto the cobaltite floor, eliciting a gasp of shock from the voice, who pushed past him, and took Slyshaken reverently in his hands and placed it back on the altar. It was Kadzar, Chief Priest of the temple. Stas gave a cough,
"Forgive me, I wanted to see it close up, now that I myself have...been guided by the gods." he lied. Kadzar nodded,
"That is your right, but do not touch it, Master Ibruk has given direct warnings about such." he repeated. Stas waved a hand out,
"Of course, of course." he said. However, he had not been paying attention to where his hand was going, and knocked over a candle that fell into the idol. Kadzar gave another gasp and moved to move the candle but he suddenly stopped, eyes widening with fear. Stas watched the priest with curiosity, "Any thing the matter?" he asked. Kadzar gave a yelp, falling the ground in prostration. He lay there for a few moments as the idol finished speaking and then pulled himself up, gasping for breath,
"Get Master Ibruk! And get Tarran! And Melagius! And Rion! And-" he gabbed, flustered,
"And what's happened?" Stas asked again.
"The gods spoke to me through Slyshaken! And they said...they warned;
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