The following day, Thrax went down to the location he had scouted. It was a large platform of stone formed when a rock outcropping broke off and rolled down the slope, only to lodge itself between the rocks in a surprisingly level position.
He stepped onto it carefully to test its stability. When it didn't tilt, he paced around the perimeter. Nothing happened. So he jumped up and down on it. Still nothing. Satisfied, he went around cleaning off the accumulated debris.
"Argh! This is taking too long!" Impatient, he took out his trusty Stormsong and played a quick ditty that ended with a mighty —
CRACK-THOOM!!!
A crack of thunder heralded a cone of force that swept the platform clean. Luckily, there was no rockslid do dampen the moment. He grinned wide, for he so loved doing that.