The Granite Die
written by Noordin Ali Kadir, The Wolf-Weaver
illustrated by Sin, the Weaver in Blue
The Granite Die is a pinkish-brown block. Its surface is scattered with white patterns resembling the mortar between bricks. Some kind of dark plant matter has been rubbed into the uneven scratches in its sides.
There is no weight so unsettling as responsibility. Those who wield this die must be able to speak for others, aid others, build for others, until they eventually give out. But there is no warmth greater than community, and as your mind wanders to the cost of such power, there is comforting heat spreading from the die. “You are not alone.”
It is said that the first weavers of this die came from the great packs of the West, using its power to give them fire when the world was coated with ice. Others say it was the fishers of the Sodden Isle, building their great stone forts using its power. But the stories, however disparate, unite around one common theme: use the Granite Die, and your people survive.
How much would you sacrifice to ensure the survival of a home? A community? Or even your family?
When you weave with Granite, consider the following:
- What gives way in you to make this possible? Do knees buckle, does blood flow freer? The die is granite. The Weaver is not.
- Why and how do these people need your protection? As you glance at their faces, how does their pain reveal itself?
- When the die eventually slips from your fingers, to meet the need of another, are you relieved? Or distraught?
| Roll | Effect |
|---|---|
| Bend | An extra drop in every canteen, a fire that lasts that moment longer, new vigor into old bones. No one will see it, but even a little given many times over can do big things. |
| Weave | There is fortune at your back or luck at your lips. One needed resource, whatever it may be, finds its way to your people. Sometimes that may be new births, others an oasis. But should you have felt weakened, be desperate no longer. |
| Fray | Build towering edifices of stone, create trade routes and streets through tiny villages, give and give and they will want for nothing. But please be mindful, Weaver, to give only what you can. Do not let this weight fracture you even further. Please. |
| Tear | The true strength of a community is its ability to withstand time, and we together could do that. Forever. |