-- Osbourne Macano, glassblower * * * "Stop!" The booming voice echoed from nowhere. Sarjak of the Scorpion Clan hesitated. His posture resembled his clan's namesake, his spear like the arachnid's tail, its tip ready to lash out with speed and force. Strom wanted to go to Sinjin, to stop the fight before Catrin's son was dead, but tribesmen stood ready to prevent just that. His figurine would no longer be much use. Fingering the spider stone, Strom knew another way, one which terrified him. Catrin's voice, though twisted and distorted, drew Strom's gaze toward a stone grove at the back of the arena and away from Sarjak's spear. Previously obscured from view, the stone grove cleared as the Arghast moved away from the keystone with haste. Looking again, Strom cursed himself for being unobservant. Signs of recent damage marred the area. Flickering amber light danced around the keystone. Pain filled Catrin Volker's visage when she appeared above the circular artifact, as if she, too, were fractured and torn.
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