Peace-making By Way of the Axe
Or, Building Communities the Old Fashioned Way
My friend Zil, now a Questor of Garlen, called a group of us - all Journeymen now - to help broker a peace between the newly settled Windling nest at Skyreach Island and the T'skrang who wished to use the same land. Answering the call along with me were Dubhan, William, and Xeviouz.
The journey to the Coil was easy enough, especially in good company. We chanced upon a trio of T'skrang, whom I greeted in their native tongue. I was grateful, both for the knowledge I had earned, and for the opportunity to practice. They were quite courteous, in turn. Upon engaging in the Rites of Introduction, I saw immediately that they were very skilled indeed, and suspected that their spokest'skrang might well be a Troubadour.
I spoke of our mission, broadly, and also about the work I had already done on behalf of the T'skrang, specifically - both in guarding those who sought to waken the Niall of Kampong Gajah, and in raising their marvelous riverboats. Our new acquaintances seemed to warm to this knowledge, and themselves told the story of flying Horrors that had slain one of their kin and poisoned their ancestral home. This, it turns out, is why they sought out new lands.
We accepted the T'skrang's invitation to board their riverboat - a modest but lovely vessel powered by the wind, and not by True Fire engines. There, we met their captain and enjoyed his hospitality with an evening feast.
We accompanied the T'skrang to Skyreach Island, where Zil took the diplomatic lead in speaking with his Windling brethren. Xeviouz wisely pointed out that the Windlings nested in the trees, while the T'skrang half-submerged their dwellings on the shores of the island. And surely this was a perfect recipe for fruitful cohabitation. Such wisdom - nearly Dwarf-like - is the very bedrock of civilization and I was most pleased to see it delivered.
While the two parties were initially suspicious, they accepted that we might broker this peace if, as the T'skrang asked, we were willing to go and defeat the monsters that had savaged their previous home. Of course, we accepted. This is very much part of our purpose and our duty as Adepts of Throal.
We traveled into the mountains, having been told to expect flying stone creatures. Flying stone! Magic is truly, well, magical. Note to self, return to the Library later to edit that sentence. Continuing on, we felt the ground shudder and buckle until a great and toothsome maw broke the stone surface. What emerged was, I am told, a Rockworm - a ferocious beast some thirty feet long and skinned in stone.
We battled the Rockworm fiercely and, though it was a hardy thing, were able to slowly chip away at its granite hide until there were more vulnerable spots to attack. If we hadn't done that, our weapons might not have hurt the beast at all. When it was dead, it was large enough for me to venture into it as if it were a tunnel in Throal. Which, of course, I did, for curiosity's sake if nothing else. I found inside a splendid crystal shield. And also felt that, given time and opportunity, I could have hollowed out and cleansed the insides of the beast to convert its stony form into rather a cozy workshop. Sadly, the corpse was far too large for us to transport.
I had taken a wound - a broken rib from a lash of the Rockworm's massive tail. Zil was tending to it when we were ambushed by the very things we had come here to find. Fortunately, Dubhan's extraordinary spiritual senses alerted us in time and once again, the battle was on.
While the Rockworm was all brute menace and basalt strength, these were stones of rather more cunning and magical acumen. They crippled us - well, me - with illusionary wounds and rendered Xeviouz temporarily blind. Their claws tore through Astral space as easily as they did flesh. I am grateful to have learned the secrets of tempering my own flesh, as I would temper steel, for without that extra fortitude I might well have been done in.
As it was, we were able to remain mobile and work to each other's benefit - the sort of collaborative, cooperative fighting that marks the greatness of civilization - the very civilization for which my axe is named. It was a hard, exhausting fight, and our enemies were, in the close, rather horrifying. Two of them seemed to be twisted Namegiver children, given wings and turned to stone. The third, much larger, was a diabolical flying statue.
We persevered, as is the way of Throal. Exhausted, we made our way back to Skyreach island, to find that the Windlings and T'skrangs, though not yet friends, had found a way to be neighbors. A peace was won, and now must be tended and nurtured over time. This was a victory for all Namegivers.Statistics:Posted by bronzemountain — Sat May 09, 2020 1:38 am
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