For any who’ve wondered who Moebius Spinn is, it’s time for us to start telling his tale. We are going to begin sharing snippets of his story so that you can get to know our Dwarven Wizard King for yourselves. So allow us to further introduce you to Moebius Spinn, born Torus Spinn, creator of the Moebius Deck of Wonders.
Torus Spinn stepped gingerly past a groggy puddle as he explored the caverns he knew all too well. Torus had spent much of his childhood playing here and now that he was a bit more mature, his “play” had the cover of a grown up task. He had been asked by his father to scout out these caverns as a possible new source for the ore his people were currently seeking.
Torus didn’t expect to find much. These caverns had been mined thoroughly hundreds of years before and then left back to nature. But it didn’t matter…Torus enjoyed exploring the pathways that had been dug by his ancestors long ago.
Rounding the corner of the tunnel he traveled, Torus crossed the threshold into what had been one of his favorite chambers as a child. This room had an ethereal quality, with the small pool in the corner casting it’s reflection against the salt crystals on the cavern’s ceiling and walls. Not that dwarves usually cared about ethereal, but Torus found he sometimes had an appreciation for things that the typical dwarf wouldn’t.
As Torus allowed his gaze to roam the room, he spotted something glinting in the wall opposite him. Hoping to not find ore that would in the end destroy the tranquility of this room once the mining started, Torus moved to investigate.
Almost to the wall, Torus’ foot knocked a rock loose from the cavern floor and sent it careening in front of him. As the rock thumped into the stone wall, he simultaneously heard a quiet popping noise from behind him. And then the room flooded with light.
Torus gasped and spun around, squeezing his eyes almost entirely shut and bracing his hand above them to provide some semblance of a shield from the blinding light. From beneath his narrowed eyelids, Torus could just make out the shape of a man, animal, or… it was difficult to say.
Torus suddenly felt his trembling shoulders meet the cave wall, having not been conscious of backing away from the creature before him. As his eyes slowly grew more adjusted to the light, he could make out more details emerging from the brilliance. The being was tall, far taller than him, which as a dwarf, was no difficult feat. But it still seemed as though the creature was even taller than an average human. And it didn’t really have the features of a human, for that matter. It looked, ‘other,’ for lack of a better way to describe it.
“Hello? What are you doing here?” Torus croaked out.
The being said nothing in return. It’s dark eyes, surrounded by brilliance, however, were focused with intent on Torus.
Taking a deep breath, Torus growled, “I asked what you were doing here!” He was louder and more firm this time, although his attempt at intimidation was diluted by the quiver in his voice.
The creature raised it’s claw or hand, Torus wasn’t sure. It reached into…itself…and brought out a simple-looking, wooden hammer or gavel. Then the creature beckoned him forward, holding the gavel out toward him.
Torus took a single, hesitant step toward the being. While he didn’t feel forced, he did feel something compelling him. He wasn’t sure if it was of his or the creature’s doing, but he squared his shoulders and gave into the instinct to move forward.
As Torus haltingly grew within touching distance, the creature stretched its arm further, holding the gavel out to Torus and raising it to him as though to say, “Take it.” Torus’ hands were shaking uncontrollably, but under his own free will, he raised his arms to accept the gift, and as his fingers grazed the head of the gavel, the being suddenly let go. Torus found himself fumbling with both hands to secure the wooden hammer before it hit the ground, and did so with only inches to spare.
“Uh, thank you?” Torus blurted, finding his voice again. “You want me to have this, right? Does it do anything? What’s it for, exactly?”
The being briefly lowered it’s head and shoulders in a slight bow, stared at Torus for a moment more and then it abruptly disappeared, taking it’s brilliant light with it. The cavern winked back into darkness.
Torus stood rigid, waiting for his dwarven eyes to slowly re-adjust to the relative darkness of the cavern. As soon as he could see well enough, he found himself staring at his new acquisition, now held firmly in his hand. The hammer seemed simple enough, just a wooden gavel with a long handle and barrel-shaped head. He slowly rotated it, searching every inch of it for clues as to what it really was. There were no marks or decoration on it as far as Torus could tell. It didn’t look special in any way, really. Why had it been given it to him? And what about that creature? What was it, anyway? Did it seek him out or was it happenstance?
Torus Spinn decided he needed to speak to Eon immediately, for if anyone would have answers, it would be that magical human who had been a trusted friend of the family for years.
Stay tuned for more Tales of Moebius Spinn! Why was he chosen for the gavel and what is special about it? And what’s the deal with his name? These questions and more will be found here in future posts at MysticDragonGames.com. Sign up for our newsletter, so you don’t miss a detail!
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