Where Mt. Triune once stood was a small hill, spilling magma over the land around it. Changing the landscape beyond recognition. Beyond where the obsidian skull, the now headless, dead elemental lay, there were impassable ravines and sharp rocks. Down in one of these ravines, dark and unbreathable from the smoke that came from the new mountain, there was a tall, thin piece of obsidian, leaning against the side of a small cliff face. It was in the shape that could be discerned as a figure, not dissimilar to the shape of a man, there was a thinner obsidian covered obtrusion pointing out sideways, not unlike to the shape of a sword. There was a rumble in the rocks around and the rock settled slightly. Then a crack appeared in the cairn, and a piece fell away exposing a tiny patch of shiny Scatach metal.

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