Crafts/invention, strength, and trials
Associations: Non-precious stones or metals, grey colors, Winter, handicrafts and skills.
Offerings: Sweat, any object you made by have, a dedicated tool, time set aside to make things in his name, oatmeal, bacon. (Don’t ask why but he really likes bacon sandwiches)
I don’t know if you’ve ever had that feeling where your hands just itch with the need to create something, to take raw materials and make something that wasn’t there before. When I get this feeling I like to think of it as Stonecutter being in my hands. He is the craft spirit, the inventor and smith spirit of the forgotten ones. It was he who shapes the arrowheads for the Hunter and the Huntress, who creates the dagger and the axe for the Bloody One, and the plowshare and the sickle for the Fallen Grain.
Shaping stone from raw cortex into a tool or weapon is an incredibly difficult task; it takes strength, precision, and perseverance. Not only must the stone be struck at exactly the right angle to produce a flake, which can be made into a useful shape, but also it needs to be struck hard enough that the flake comes off in one piece but not quite so hard that it causes the flake to shatter. Is this kind of exact, measured, perfectly placed strength that Stonecutter embodies, the practiced strength of a craftsman.
The Stonecutter also embodies the concept of trials: As a trial and error, as well as trials and test. It is through the process of trial and error that most creations and inventions come to be. The act of creation is also in and of itself a test, a trial, and an ordeal. Something is forced from your hands; something takes shape where there was nothing before.
The Stonecutter was possibly the hardest of the Forgotten Ones to return, every step was an ordeal. The fragments of a Forgotten One scattered when they were broken apart, and each piece drifted to a place of importance to that particular entity. For the Fallen Grain they could be found in gardens and fields, markets and flower shops, across the Otherworlds, the pieces of the Woman with the Mammoth Head were found mostly in caves and plains, or near herds of Otherworldly animal spirits. For the Stonecutter the places his fragments gravitated towards were hard to reach, atop mountains, deep in mines, and once in the heart of an active volcano. I had to chip away obsidian and flint to reveal fragments, I had had to grind down slate with sand and water, and hollow out soapstone with a stick. Exactly as the Stonecutter would have done.