The gnomish workshop of Pia was empty except for one. Foxria had come in to work on the current, most critical project. It was all in preparation for the building of Imperon's wife. The large table that would act as assembly for this perfect match to the great Imperon was ready. All of the tools, crystals, electrical generators, and secret infusion liquids where set on tables and in the cabinets nearby. This had been one of the longest projects the gnomes of Pia had ever endeavored. It was that crucial.
Foxria went to the great calendar on the desk to look over the time projections for the assembly process. The calendar itself was based on the ancient gnomish calendar from the time of the first gnomish assembly. It was Foxria's idea to use this calendar to fool any outside spies. This system of record keeping was precise but using the ancient numeric system of the gnomish race. It had predicited many important events since that time of first assembly. Now it would show the optimal dates for this most critical project. Foxria began to twist the dials that progressed it forward and it whirred and clicked its internal wheels and pulleys. It was progressing well when suddenly it stopped. Foxria blinked in puzzlement. She had learned to run this calendar as a child and had never faltered in using it. Nor had it ever faltered in its function. To have it stop now was a shock of unexpected nature.
Foxria began to look at the dials and settings. Everything was perfectly set. There was no reason for it to just stop. Then it became clear. The ancient gnomish calendar had stopped, because it ended. It ended this very year. It ended and there was no function of it past this year. Foxria gasped. This could not be so. The ancient gnomish calendar would end, and all time would end with it. With this realization Foxria bolted from the gnomish workshop and out into Hearthglenn. Panic and foreboding lead her to find some way to avert the doom of this world.
Foxria went to the great calendar on the desk to look over the time projections for the assembly process. The calendar itself was based on the ancient gnomish calendar from the time of the first gnomish assembly. It was Foxria's idea to use this calendar to fool any outside spies. This system of record keeping was precise but using the ancient numeric system of the gnomish race. It had predicited many important events since that time of first assembly. Now it would show the optimal dates for this most critical project. Foxria began to twist the dials that progressed it forward and it whirred and clicked its internal wheels and pulleys. It was progressing well when suddenly it stopped. Foxria blinked in puzzlement. She had learned to run this calendar as a child and had never faltered in using it. Nor had it ever faltered in its function. To have it stop now was a shock of unexpected nature.
Foxria began to look at the dials and settings. Everything was perfectly set. There was no reason for it to just stop. Then it became clear. The ancient gnomish calendar had stopped, because it ended. It ended this very year. It ended and there was no function of it past this year. Foxria gasped. This could not be so. The ancient gnomish calendar would end, and all time would end with it. With this realization Foxria bolted from the gnomish workshop and out into Hearthglenn. Panic and foreboding lead her to find some way to avert the doom of this world.
