Durakh-al Krag

"Under the great sky of Urim we abide"
User: Eric
Race: Goliath
Gender: Male
Role: Leader
Class/Level: Runepriest/3
Durakh-al looks at the sky, but it is unclear whether he hears Cazara or not. Some time after she is done, he speaks to Nevard.

"I was born of the mountains in Ber, and among the craggy peaks I worked stone into bridges, carving rock and fitting it to the ravines and crags. There I lived, and there my bridges hung in the air, as if by the will of the mountains themselves."

"Into the stone of my works and the living rock of the mountains upon which they rested I incised runes, so that the stones might know each other, might remember their common birth in the furnace deep down in the earth: the runes were only reminders of their affiliation, (for the rock knows itself, but forgets when it is carved) and I learned them from Urim, the great rock that floats in the sky in its conciliation of the elements of earth and air. Just so do the bridges of stone, founded as they are in rock, defy the earth and span the air."

"So Urim taught me, revealing through the stern work of cutting and fitting stone, that there are things behind appearance in the world---that inside all thing are shapes waiting to be revealed, and that these forms are runes: formidable signs of nature's language, given voice through the works of civilization."

"So my bridges stood, and neither flood, nor avalanche, nor earthquake could lay them low, for the living mountains knew them and would protect them as they protect themselves."

"But my people eventually were conquered by a great army, (this was many years ago), and though this host claimed to be civilized, they effaced the runes, calling them 'subversive' and 'superstitious.' So the mountains no longer knew the bridges as their own, as the body of the earth, and when the soldiers of our conquerers marched upon them, they fell into the deep ravines as the bridges crumbled."

"Then my people were forced to exile me, both for my own and their protection---our conquerors called me 'sabateur,' and 'turncoat,' and other things---but it was they who failed to see their own hubris: for it is civilization that depends on nature, but nature needs not the works we make."

"After some time, I made my way to Flint, and here again I made bridges, but I hid my runes inside the stones, making them of magnetic iron, so the earth still felt them and knew they were there, yet men did not. I came to work with the detectives here, those like Cazara, because I could see the world behind the world, which they find useful, and perhaps because I am tall and strong."

"Yet I know not the future, other than this: should nature be reviled, here as elsewhere, these people will learn that it does not need them, and it will destroy them; but if they speak to nature and learn to work within its penumbra---as one works in the shadow of an oak to quell the summer's heat---nature will tolerate them, until such time when they forget, and there shall be war upon the earth, and the world shall destroy men and their works; yet it shall hold a few in its bosum and nurture them as a sacred flame, to begin anew."

The great form of the goliath reclines again and supine gazes into the nocturnal firmament.