Raukthon the Toy-maker's page

Brightly painted wooden soldiers with imitation guns shouldered, each soldier as tall as a man, march around the outside of the fence, on guard for dangers from the forest.

On the edge of the forest sits the toymaker's cabin and workshop. Inside, his daughter is laying the table for dinner. It needs a lot of climbing around by her, but her father has made her a padded miniature grappling hook and rope, so that she can scale chairs and tables.

Somewhere in the domains, on the edge of a forest, lights are burning late in the old toy-maker's workshop, as he feverishly saws, chisels and smooths the wood.
Nearby, on one of his work-benches gleams a star he found. He chuckles and chortles to himself as he works, and sometimes tears run down his face.
Oh yes, my Tatiana, my precious one. Your father has found a gift from the gods, and soon you'll be back with him... just a few hours more to wait, please...