The granite pillar sits in front of him, square edges jutting out from the surface. The dark rose stone flecked with black was cold under his fingers. He could feel a warm structure deep below his touch, begging to be let out. The column directed his chisel to one of its edges. He struck, the sound of metal on stone reverberating through his studio. A light clink followed, from when the chip hit the floor.
The raw spot seems warm, inviting him to carve away more of the hard edges. Soon a rhythmic clinking fills the space as he works. The stone he reveals is rough and lighter than the rest, but this just urges him on. The pink and black chips around his feet are like dead leaves from a tree. He kicks them away from the column’s base, making room to pull the life from the stone away from the dead that surrounded it.
A hollow begins to form as he works. A man’s face begins to appear, features aged, a long beard flowing down to meld with uncarved stone. Each strike of his chisel reveals a new line creasing the pillar’s face, aging the figure more and more. A final strike opens the face’s eyes, letting him eternally look out into the world.
What was once a hunk of stone, now bears the face of its guardian, a gnome.
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A pillar at the top of the ramp leading to the gallery. Trigger- Remove
