SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!
On the shores of the northernmost lake in a swamp far to the south of the continent, a mossy hammer squishes against a piece of bark held against a somewhat flat rock.
SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!
The hammer is simply made, a moss-covered rock tied to a moss-covered stick with a length of moss-covered reed.
SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!
The so-called hammer is set down and the bark lifted to eye level, inspected for any imperfection. Many are found. With a sigh, the small creature tosses the wooden failure into a shoddily made bucket, filled only part way with swampy water, as anything more would just leak out.
Cragthor is a strange creature, one would call them an amalgamation of flesh and bone, if one were generous. Small clawed hands and feet, with three digits each are attached to long lanky limbs. An especially corpulent body looks like an eerily smooth yet lumpy potato. The most terrifying part of all is Cragthor’s head; flesh pulled taught over avian features, with a sharp beak tearing out of its skin. Giant black eyes stare into space, seeing as much as possible. Patches of small, fleshy “feathers” puff out at the joints of their arms and legs, and run down their back along the spine.
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Cragthor is an Abomination; those who have been spurned by Nature itself and twisted into a nightmare of fleshy bits and bobbles. Of course, these things happen when one’s mana is not mixed properly before putting it into their world. Remember kids, lumpy mana distribution makes for abominations and other horrors. The Author shudders in shame at his haste, but must live with the consequences of his actions.
Cragthor wanted to be a “metal chef”. They had seen those tall, shiny not-Cragthor’s-people people cooking metal rocks and shaping them with hammers. Cragthor also gave those people nightmares, but Cragthor didn’t know that.
Cragthor sighs as they look over their craptastic tools. Wooden sticks meant to be tongs, a bucket of swamp water, a somewhat flat rock for an anvil, and a very squishy hammer. Cragthor tosses another piece of bark on the rock and begins.
SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!
The hammer squishes once more.