Naamit (prime)/Kelleron
Title: Kelleron, artifice of an Issimir Giantkin's kegritsha in pieces
Author: Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani and the Bloody Harpies
The working title for this Issimir giantkin short story is called Kelleron, artifice of an Issimir Giantkin's kegritsha in pieces
Prologue
Chapter One
Atmakina, her weathered face illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace, surveyed the room. Children perched on stools, eyes wide with anticipation, while seasoned adventurers leaned in, eager for a taste of the tale.
"Gather 'round, yougins, adventurers and seasoned caribou salt licks," Atmakina rasped, her voice a comforting rumble of weird humor. "Tonight, I weave a tale of three sisters, a hidden treasure, and a test that chilled even the bravest hearts – the legend of the Kelleron and the Kegritsha." A hush fell over the room. Atmakina chuckled wetly.
"Lonmala, Bolbeli, and Nolkari," she began, her voice dropping to a thick whisper, "these weren't ordinary names, mind you. In the forgotten tongue, they meant something quite curious – Three Wishes, Two Secrets, and One Trial..."
A giantkin nursing a mug of ale in the background let out a chuckle, yielding a delicious tingle of unease in the children. Atmakina, ever the bard, paused for effect. "These sisters," she continued, her voice painting a vivid picture, "were giantkin, strong and adventurous, each possessing a magnificent, magical orb. Now, these orbs held immense power, but also a touch of mischief."
You see," Atmakina explained, "the orbs loved to test those who sought them. They'd hide in the most unexpected places, leading brave adventurers on merry chases, and for each one you found, you could have a wish!" A relieved sigh escaped the young listeners.
Atmakina grinned, her smile lined with wisdom. The children, rapt with interest, scooted closer. "But there was a catch," she said, her voice dropping a notch lower. "The true treasure, the sisters promised, could only be claimed by those who solved the secret of Lonmala, Bolbeli, and Nolkari."
The giantkin laughed heartily in the background.
"And that's the origin of the tradition we now celebrate as Kelleron, my little ones.
Though the three sisters are long gone, we celebrate the blood bond of kegritsha with you through a chance to reunite the orbs. But remember," she warned, her gaze sweeping across the room, "even the most beautiful treasures can have a hidden challenge."
The adventurers exchanged curious glances. "What kind of secrets are these, old Grinny Atmakina?"
"So," Atmakina concluded, her voice laced with a hint of mystery equal to mirth, "Well, that's for when you deliver the first orb to me."
Chapter Two
On their way home, Nokki relayed stories he'd heard from other children. When darkness set in, Nikka, Nirri, and Nokki huddled around their pathetic little fire of dung, a stark chill settled upon them. Nokki's words about the legend's origin still tainted the area like a brume of hope, were such a thing ever to exist. Having taken matters to heart, Nikka however, retained a beaming smile her face had gripped for hours. "We can do this, because we ask someone who can read them when we find them!"
"Okay," Nikka finally said, her voice firm despite the adolescent tone, "we need a plan. First things first, what are we even looking for?" Nirri, ever the thinker, furrowed his brow. "Maybe there's something in Atmakina's story we missed."
"We heard it twice. It's just a silly tale about sparkly balls and wishywitches," Nokki complains shortly, his impatience obvious.
"Maybe not," Nikka countered. "Why orbs? Why not some fancy sword or a pile of uh......silver?"
Nokki shrugged. "Magic, I gue.... Oh!" Suddenly, a memory flickered in Nokki's mind. He remembered his grandfather, weathered hands calloused from years of mould and dye making, meticulously designing coin stamps for the One Elanthian Mint. "The etchings...!"
"The etchings!" Nirri echoed, his voice laced with mirth. "Maybe the orbs aren't just any orbs. I mean, they're made of silver, with etchings that tell SOMEONE, something! Magic, I guess though..."
Nikka's eyes widened. "That makes sense! Silver is our currency, right? And the fancy coins have markings." Her subsequent physical reaction was far too loud for comfort, covering the complete vocal range of a young child's dawning epiphany. 'WORDS! DATES! CLUES!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!WE GOTTA GO NAAAAOOOOWW!!'
Nokki's jaw long ago drooped, eyelids heavy, "What are we even talking about anymore?"
The children had nearly tipped over with exhaustion -- or hypothermia. It could be difficult to tell.