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So Crio left in the darkness of night and again he marched through the middle lands of his youth. The ground groaned and from a great fissure a figure climbed. As tall as a mountain he stood, grey skinned, covered in coarse hair, with hands like stone. Orna, God of the earth, had come.
“Crio.” He said in a deep voice, as hard as the earth, like an avalanche of falling stones down a mountain, “The daughter of my son is wrathful. Too powerful is she and her power cannot be contained by the seasons of Ilmgral. Beneath this land lies the defence against her powers but I need your help to raise them.”
“If this works.” Crio said, “Will my family be safe and the people of Drage?”
Orna nodded his great head, “They will be safe from all the destructions of the world and shall have gems uncounted and will love the stone of your creation.”
Crio smiled grimly, “Then my lord, I give you my body.”
A great roar went up and Crio felt the power of the earth beneath him and Orna fashioned a rope around the earth and together they pulled it. Great mountains rose from their toil and the middle lands were uprooted, green pastures becoming peaks that reached towards the heavens. In those mountains they trapped the storm of Camara and part of her power with it, so that the peaks of the mountain became instantly covered in snow. A great height those mountains reached but love for his family and that of the people of Drage ran through all that Crio designed and a great labyrinth he made within the mountains for those trapped to the south.
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