The stone giant began to pile together the pieces of ancient stone. From ruins of long ago. And it would finally construct a sort of temple ruin. Back and forth upon the clearing of the Moei Asing, Ornith’s field. Near the Kuvari and the Kuvessi stone healing pond. Back and forth it would lumber and rumble its warnings. That the stones were broken and must be repaired. That they sorrowed and lament over the Great Tree because it has been harmed. Such talk about darkness falling and the stones require repair. The balance… must be repaired.
Rauth K’ylan, the stone giant, was slow and hard at work under water. It continued to hum and spark. It was a brilliant light that shot up and out of the water, cascading into the sky only so far before it would break apart and fall over the water as so many millions of fire flies. Embers that died and fizzled into the water. A great billowing bubble shot to the surface and broke hard and a sort of groan escaped it. Otherwise silence until sometime later the large hands of the stone giant broke the surface of the water and grasped at the rocks of the shore line. Then it’s head breached the surface, spilling a great wash of water up over the surface and out into the field. “RRAAAAAOOOORRWRWWRRR” A loud and booming sound of utter frustration and desperation came forth from the stone giant as he climbed back to shore. Falling silent and simply staring at the stone ruins once more.
Just staring. And still. So still. He’d start to moan like a very deep rumbling in actual rock. They milled about him, Wanton Aime, a rather large dragon and Keth of the Moei Asing. And once the satyr spoke of crashing planes – a curious reference to the void rifts let loose upon the realm by the Ebon Reach – he’d let loose another terrible warbling bellow. “CURSE THE DARKNESS CURSE AND THE BROKEN MUST BE FIXED”. He lumbered forward again and stood right among the ruins. He’d touch his hand to them and at the same time tiny splinters would appear upon his stone skin and upon the rock he touched.
The stone giant continues his digging… or… forming… not really clear what he was doing with the rocks and his own rocky skin. But something was being fashioned. A stone tablet of sorts. And then he’d begin to write upon it. Or… the impressions would appear as though the etched stone sunk into the solid rock, not chiseled into it. As though the very stone were living. For a time, he would groan and ‘write’ and soon fashioned something upon the stone tablet. He heard them talking. All the talking. Yet, these creatures… were in their own way … useful to the stone’s own purpose. “REDEMPTION!” He bellowed in some sort of sorrowful rock accent, right as Keth spoke of what had happened to Tilikambo. Clearly the stone giant was not happy about that. Solitary creatures, these stone giants, but they had a mission. And this one ached to fulfill it. He backed away a step and stared at the stone tablet… as though perhaps proof reading it for spelling error… and then he would simply turn and lumber away… not stopping at all for anyone or anything.
And so the mystery of the stone giants presence and their strange language continues. Why are they here and what do they want?
-Su’mei’an of the Moei Asing and witness to these events