Spirit of the Earth

Past the Tower of Cogs where dreams study and the stony hills that hum the Endless Wilds is cut by a large dark ravine that runs for as far as I could walk to the left, but doesn't exist when I look to the right.  Deep down inside this ravine there is a demon that sits chained upon a pile of bones of those that have fallen within his ravine.

I am no fool, so I looked to the right and walked on by without letting the Barstard's cunning words tempt me to join those bones in his pile.

It was at this point that the land stood up and faced me: all pebbles and weeds, weathered bones jutting out, a hill as a nose and mountains as shoulders, valleys showing his age and a pit as his mouth showing gems and jagged rocks as teeth--the Spirit of the Earth lives out there, like Granny said he would and discarded by those that had once believed in him with the Old Ways...doomed to wander forgotten...just as old Granny said.

Before I could even think I leapt at him and stole a pebble from his breast.  He roared with the sound of one thousand earthquakes and began to lumber at me with strides that spanned continents.

I turned to flee...but I turned to the left...!

Down the dark ravine I tumbled towards the gleeful shrieks of the imprisoned demon, but luckily I managed to catch hold of a root jutting out.  And there I swung, dangling just above the blood-encrusted claws of the imprisoned demon and just below the raging spirit.

How did I escape such a situation...? Pierre du Revoir always escapes...and, look, here is the stone from the breast of the Spirit of the Earth!

Only five small gold coins could buy you this priceless magickal artifact...