Tunesmith
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Last published Mon, Nov 24, 2014
The story of a gnome who heard the beat of the drums played on the tight stretched skin of the world...
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Soot has always been able to hear the music of the earth. From the churning, popping of subterranean magma, to the slow and unsteady rhythm of a fault line, he would lie in bed as a boy with his ear to the stone, feeling the mountain singing to him. But there was more than just the music that came naturally... the tinkering hammers of his clan were the first sounds that he sensed magic patterns within. As he grew, he began to appreciate more and more of the mountain's song: the deep, thrumming forges of the dwarves, the chaotic pounding of the goblins, even the padded thrum of a myconid fungal cap against a cavern wall. The magical percussion of the earth is a language that Soot has always been able to understand.
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