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Rude Awakenings, part I
Kontmor had finished his apprenticeship as a weapon-smith. He decided to leave the mountains to seek his fortune as a journeyman in the elven lands. His blades sold well there (elves are known for their love of blades), but he found that he missed having stone overhead. Elven homes seemed much to flimsy.
On the way to the village of XXXXX he came across a standing stone in the woods. The stone was narrow at the base and wide at the top. To the human eye it might seem like the stone would fall over easily, but Kontmor could tell it had stood centuries and wasn’t likely to fall any time soon. He decided this was a good place to stop for a break. He removed his pack, sat at the base of the stone, and promptly fell asleep.
He woke to a woman chastising him. “What are you doing here? You cannot camp here. Who are you? Do you have no respect for Lady Nature’s grove?” He opened his eyes to see a young elven woman in a homespun cloak over animal hides (at least he though she was young, it’s so tough to tell with elves.) “Well, are you going to answer me?” she asked.
“I am just sleeping here. I doubt I am hurting the stone. It was the best sleep I have had in many days,” he answered.
“So you think you can set up camp on the Lady’s sacred ground, make a campfire, you probably planned on carving your initials into the stone,” she accused.
“I started no fire.” he replied, “I only stopped briefly to rest.”
“Then what is that?” the elf pointed to some ashes with rocks placed around them.
“I did not make that,” the dwarf responded.
“Then who did?” she asked with suspicion.
“I do not know. It was not I. All I did was sit beneath this Kudestan Stone and sleep,” he said.
“What did you call it?”
“ A Kudestan Stone. Kudestan is Moradin’s mischievous son, Gem-hider and Stone-placer...”
“It was put here by Lady Nature to stand watch over her sacred grove,” she interrupted. “Which you should treat with more respect.”
“If I clean up the campfire, which I did not make, will you let me be?” he asked.
“We will see,” She answered.
Kontmor went to pick the rocks around the ashes. The elven woman examined the spot where he had been sitting to make sure he had not marked the standing stone. She stopped, “Did you hear something?” she asked.
The dwarf paused to listen, “No, I do not hear anything.”
“Well I did.” She picked up her bow and looked around the clearing’s perimeter. Spotting something she notched an arrow and fired.
Meanwhile...
Kontmor had finished his apprenticeship as a weapon-smith. He decided to leave the mountains to seek his fortune as a journeyman in the elven lands. His blades sold well there (elves are known for their love of blades), but he found that he missed having stone overhead. Elven homes seemed much to flimsy.
On the way to the village of XXXXX he came across a standing stone in the woods. The stone was narrow at the base and wide at the top. To the human eye it might seem like the stone would fall over easily, but Kontmor could tell it had stood centuries and wasn’t likely to fall any time soon. He decided this was a good place to stop for a break. He removed his pack, sat at the base of the stone, and promptly fell asleep.
He woke to a woman chastising him. “What are you doing here? You cannot camp here. Who are you? Do you have no respect for Lady Nature’s grove?” He opened his eyes to see a young elven woman in a homespun cloak over animal hides (at least he though she was young, it’s so tough to tell with elves.) “Well, are you going to answer me?” she asked.
“I am just sleeping here. I doubt I am hurting the stone. It was the best sleep I have had in many days,” he answered.
“So you think you can set up camp on the Lady’s sacred ground, make a campfire, you probably planned on carving your initials into the stone,” she accused.
“I started no fire.” he replied, “I only stopped briefly to rest.”
“Then what is that?” the elf pointed to some ashes with rocks placed around them.
“I did not make that,” the dwarf responded.
“Then who did?” she asked with suspicion.
“I do not know. It was not I. All I did was sit beneath this Kudestan Stone and sleep,” he said.
“What did you call it?”
“ A Kudestan Stone. Kudestan is Moradin’s mischievous son, Gem-hider and Stone-placer...”
“It was put here by Lady Nature to stand watch over her sacred grove,” she interrupted. “Which you should treat with more respect.”
“If I clean up the campfire, which I did not make, will you let me be?” he asked.
“We will see,” She answered.
Kontmor went to pick the rocks around the ashes. The elven woman examined the spot where he had been sitting to make sure he had not marked the standing stone. She stopped, “Did you hear something?” she asked.
The dwarf paused to listen, “No, I do not hear anything.”
“Well I did.” She picked up her bow and looked around the clearing’s perimeter. Spotting something she notched an arrow and fired.
Meanwhile...
