Warnings Of The Geodic
So goes the story of the mythmaker Opkiral, a Fjorlosian mythral miner who his companions lauded as the greatest miner, and who always had something to prove. The story is one of ambition and the faults that it gives way to, as ambition unchecked can easily become one's downfall.
The Myth In Full
Opkiral's story originated as a warning of the greed that can spurn from the opening of Mythral Geodes, and his story began shortly after the first was cracked open.
Opkiral Lupikandr was a devout miner for his clan before mythral had been discovered, always hauling the most ore home. Opkiral, however, could never quite feel satisfied with hauling home mere cartfulls of silver and gold ores.
Then, the world changed as the first mythral geode was cracked open. Oprikal explored the vast caverns of blue crystal eagerly, but watched as many of his kin took on a curse from the stone, and saw the fear of his people at mere rock.
He spoke valiantly to his people, "Fjorlosians of depth and asunder! Hear my words! The stone will not away itself, and Virosia's mountains yearn to see what lies below themselves. Aklamor! We shall break the very stones in Virosia's beating heart! Prove our blood, kin. Prove that we are at home in the lungs of the breathing behemoth!"
He then found his way to the darkest reaches of the Sequan geode, he was the first fjoran to emerge with mythral in more than handfulls, and with his example, more gathered. He began to haul more every day, never returning unless he had more than previously gathered.
His body grew strong, and he indulged in the fusings of the mythral crystals. He continued still to return with more and more crystal every day, slowly accruing the curse, until one day his cart shattered beneath the weight of the mythral he had gathered. Heartbroken, he had no options to bring back his haul, and he would fail.
And so he made a plight to Vulkjornn, to be able to repair his cart, better than ever. He needed a cart that could withstand his haul. Vulkjornn listened, and bestowed him the knowledge to make the cart he desired. He repaired it on the spot, and finished that day's haul. And the next day, and the next.
Opkiral was able to move mythral every day, more and more, without his cart breaking! But his body became the issue. The curse, despite his adaptive Fjoran form, was faltering, and one day, he could not supercede his prior day's haul. And so he beseeched Vulkjornn, asking again for the ability to shape his body into a more suitable form, to which the spirit responded, "You have already shaped your body, your craftsfjoranship is already complete."
Opkiral but a moment later was completely enveloped by the crystal that he so fervently moved, and a statue of Opkiral was formed from the welded crystal.
