Post by Sam on May 14, 2007 21:30:09 GMT -5
Hey, so I've taken the advice of, you know. "Sam your old prologue is too much like a history lesson." So I've made it more interactive and less bland and boring. Here it is. I would appriecate inupt if possible, thanks.
Prologue: The Ancient Slumber
The sun shone down on the titan’s face. It was sunrise now, and the entire city of Humorg was suffused in the luminosity of the sun. The sky was clear of haze; it always was in the east. An unexpected gust caught Lilgar as he stood on his balcony. On top of the entire metropolis there was a mountain, in which Lilgar’s citadel stood. In the tallest tower, there was a stone platform, where Lilgar would spend his mornings. It was an astonishing view of the city.
Lilgar let out an obscure sigh, and turned. He walked down the stairs, and into his throne room. There was a massive opening from the stairwell, in which Lilgar entered. In the middle of the room, was a great figurine of him. The marble white statue was of him on his two hindmost legs, standing proud. He held his sword behind him, valiantly challenging the world. The statue stood in the center of his throne room. There was an exact replica at the courtyard, in front of the gates.
Lilgar pondered upon his rule, he had been for weeks. After four thousand years, he would leave. It had been four thousand years today.
“Emperor, your kin has arrived.” Lilgar’s servant said, scurrying in.
“Let them in.” Lilgar said, without turning. He could hear the commotion outside. Many of the citizens cheered for the arrival of the three other titans: Usifier the Undermine, Crolous of Spite and Duragus the Mighty. Each was kin to the god Galiant, so brother to Lilgar. He was always the eldest, and the most powerful. Throughout the years of their reign, Lilgar always controlled the greatest Empire, Humorg. The others, did keep their place in the world, but not like Lilgar had. But now, it was time for him to leave his empire of gold.
The three titans walked in, Usifier was grinning as usual. “Looks like Humorg hasn’t changed.”
“No, but it will in a few weeks brother.” Lilgar replied, leaning adjacent to his statue.
“Everything will, soon.” Crolous replied. Crolous always seemed most aged, even if he was younger than Lilgar. “Have you told the people?”
“No, I think it’s best if my usurper did. I suppose you know why you’re here?” Lilgar said.
“The day of four thousand years, yes of course. I’ve rued this day for years.” Usifier said, clearly irritated like it was an infection to him.
“Istaril’s half. Of eight thousand years.” Duragus said, slowly approaching closer to his brother. He swiveled his broad shoulders, stretching.
“So now, we must sleep.” Lilgar said, avoiding eye contact with any of his brothers.
“It’s strange.” Usifier started to walk around Lilgar’s statue, obviously ignoring what he said. “I don’t feel that I should leave.”
Crolous stepped forward. “You don’t have a choice; this is our father’s decision.” His long tongue slithered.
“Wretched mortals, Istaril cannot be led in the hands of them.” Usifier cursed.
“You underestimate them brother, they are capable of great things.”
“Everyday a mortal dies to my claws. They are weak.” Duragus snared.
“Enough, Crolous is right. We don’t have a choice.” Lilgar spoke up. “Tomorrow we sleep, until awoken again. In the last thousandth year, we will rise.”
“And what of Titongris? Has Galiant rid of it?” Usifier looked up at his brother.
“No, but it will have no threat upon Istaril.”
“What do you mean? No threat?! Don’t you remember what father said?” Usifier growled.
“Yes, that Titongris is not to commence in the world of mortals.” Lilgar replied.
“So?” Usifier said, frustrated. “This world contains more than mortals, and you know that.”
“If anything happens, we will be awoken. But Titongris doesn’t exist anymore.” Lilgar said, staring at his statue. “Remember?”
Usifier and Crolous nodded. Duragus however, was still silent.
“Do you remember what Galiant said at the four thousandth year?” He said.
“No, what?” Crolous asked curiously.
“The birth, the second Titongris. We were told to give orders to the mortals, to keep him on a tight leash.”
“He will be, I have many agents on that.” Lilgar said. “Besides, with us intact, he would have no knowledge of his power.”
“Fair enough.” Duragus nodded. “Pray they don’t fail brother.”
Lilgar nodded, and then the room fell silent. None of them resumed eye contact.
“Stay little longer brothers, our tombs will be ready tomorrow.” Lilgar said. The titans nodded, then walked back outside, and waited for Lilgar. The eldest paused for a minute, looking at his statue, then below it. There was a small text reading: “In Titan we trust.”
Lilgar spat, mocking the words. He began to walk through the many halls in his palace. The columns, the marble floor, and the artifacts were all laid before him. Slowly, he ran his hand against the marble wall. His hands were coarse, and aged now, unlike his earlier years. Room by room, Lilgar began to reminisce. Eventually, he found himself standing outside, directly under the sun. His three brothers stood at the bottom of the staircase, leading from the palace to the upper part of Humorg. He advanced beside them, then walked forward, assuming they would follow. Together, the four titans walked down the golden streets of the fantastically finished empire.
“I worry more about the existence of us everyday. Things will change, soon.” Duragus said, watching his steps.
“Things are meant to be changed, and we are meant to follow.” Lilgar explained.
“This doesn’t matter, I still worry of Titongris. That bitch of a force impregnated another.” Usifier replied.
“If Titongris decides to prosper, then I will be called upon. It can be broken before it becomes too powerful.” Lilgar replied.
Usifier’s expression became irritated. “Mortals are corrupt, I don’t trust them.”
Duragus seemed to roll his eyes.
“It is time to leave now, brothers. Here we rest in the depths of the world.” Lilgar said, embracing his kin.
They each nodded, exchanging farewells. One by one, they left back to their empires, to prepare for their sleep. Lilgar, being the eldest would be the last to sleep. He led himself back up the stairs, and to his marble citadel. It was arranged for him to sleep underneath Kar’Har, a former tyrannous empire of the east. Deep inside the broken stone, his chamber lied in the core of Istaril, where the temperatures exceeded any mortals reach. The didn’t shine the following day, mortals in Istaril fell silent to the departure of the titans, wondering how this world would prosper and change.
Prologue: The Ancient Slumber
The sun shone down on the titan’s face. It was sunrise now, and the entire city of Humorg was suffused in the luminosity of the sun. The sky was clear of haze; it always was in the east. An unexpected gust caught Lilgar as he stood on his balcony. On top of the entire metropolis there was a mountain, in which Lilgar’s citadel stood. In the tallest tower, there was a stone platform, where Lilgar would spend his mornings. It was an astonishing view of the city.
Lilgar let out an obscure sigh, and turned. He walked down the stairs, and into his throne room. There was a massive opening from the stairwell, in which Lilgar entered. In the middle of the room, was a great figurine of him. The marble white statue was of him on his two hindmost legs, standing proud. He held his sword behind him, valiantly challenging the world. The statue stood in the center of his throne room. There was an exact replica at the courtyard, in front of the gates.
Lilgar pondered upon his rule, he had been for weeks. After four thousand years, he would leave. It had been four thousand years today.
“Emperor, your kin has arrived.” Lilgar’s servant said, scurrying in.
“Let them in.” Lilgar said, without turning. He could hear the commotion outside. Many of the citizens cheered for the arrival of the three other titans: Usifier the Undermine, Crolous of Spite and Duragus the Mighty. Each was kin to the god Galiant, so brother to Lilgar. He was always the eldest, and the most powerful. Throughout the years of their reign, Lilgar always controlled the greatest Empire, Humorg. The others, did keep their place in the world, but not like Lilgar had. But now, it was time for him to leave his empire of gold.
The three titans walked in, Usifier was grinning as usual. “Looks like Humorg hasn’t changed.”
“No, but it will in a few weeks brother.” Lilgar replied, leaning adjacent to his statue.
“Everything will, soon.” Crolous replied. Crolous always seemed most aged, even if he was younger than Lilgar. “Have you told the people?”
“No, I think it’s best if my usurper did. I suppose you know why you’re here?” Lilgar said.
“The day of four thousand years, yes of course. I’ve rued this day for years.” Usifier said, clearly irritated like it was an infection to him.
“Istaril’s half. Of eight thousand years.” Duragus said, slowly approaching closer to his brother. He swiveled his broad shoulders, stretching.
“So now, we must sleep.” Lilgar said, avoiding eye contact with any of his brothers.
“It’s strange.” Usifier started to walk around Lilgar’s statue, obviously ignoring what he said. “I don’t feel that I should leave.”
Crolous stepped forward. “You don’t have a choice; this is our father’s decision.” His long tongue slithered.
“Wretched mortals, Istaril cannot be led in the hands of them.” Usifier cursed.
“You underestimate them brother, they are capable of great things.”
“Everyday a mortal dies to my claws. They are weak.” Duragus snared.
“Enough, Crolous is right. We don’t have a choice.” Lilgar spoke up. “Tomorrow we sleep, until awoken again. In the last thousandth year, we will rise.”
“And what of Titongris? Has Galiant rid of it?” Usifier looked up at his brother.
“No, but it will have no threat upon Istaril.”
“What do you mean? No threat?! Don’t you remember what father said?” Usifier growled.
“Yes, that Titongris is not to commence in the world of mortals.” Lilgar replied.
“So?” Usifier said, frustrated. “This world contains more than mortals, and you know that.”
“If anything happens, we will be awoken. But Titongris doesn’t exist anymore.” Lilgar said, staring at his statue. “Remember?”
Usifier and Crolous nodded. Duragus however, was still silent.
“Do you remember what Galiant said at the four thousandth year?” He said.
“No, what?” Crolous asked curiously.
“The birth, the second Titongris. We were told to give orders to the mortals, to keep him on a tight leash.”
“He will be, I have many agents on that.” Lilgar said. “Besides, with us intact, he would have no knowledge of his power.”
“Fair enough.” Duragus nodded. “Pray they don’t fail brother.”
Lilgar nodded, and then the room fell silent. None of them resumed eye contact.
“Stay little longer brothers, our tombs will be ready tomorrow.” Lilgar said. The titans nodded, then walked back outside, and waited for Lilgar. The eldest paused for a minute, looking at his statue, then below it. There was a small text reading: “In Titan we trust.”
Lilgar spat, mocking the words. He began to walk through the many halls in his palace. The columns, the marble floor, and the artifacts were all laid before him. Slowly, he ran his hand against the marble wall. His hands were coarse, and aged now, unlike his earlier years. Room by room, Lilgar began to reminisce. Eventually, he found himself standing outside, directly under the sun. His three brothers stood at the bottom of the staircase, leading from the palace to the upper part of Humorg. He advanced beside them, then walked forward, assuming they would follow. Together, the four titans walked down the golden streets of the fantastically finished empire.
“I worry more about the existence of us everyday. Things will change, soon.” Duragus said, watching his steps.
“Things are meant to be changed, and we are meant to follow.” Lilgar explained.
“This doesn’t matter, I still worry of Titongris. That bitch of a force impregnated another.” Usifier replied.
“If Titongris decides to prosper, then I will be called upon. It can be broken before it becomes too powerful.” Lilgar replied.
Usifier’s expression became irritated. “Mortals are corrupt, I don’t trust them.”
Duragus seemed to roll his eyes.
“It is time to leave now, brothers. Here we rest in the depths of the world.” Lilgar said, embracing his kin.
They each nodded, exchanging farewells. One by one, they left back to their empires, to prepare for their sleep. Lilgar, being the eldest would be the last to sleep. He led himself back up the stairs, and to his marble citadel. It was arranged for him to sleep underneath Kar’Har, a former tyrannous empire of the east. Deep inside the broken stone, his chamber lied in the core of Istaril, where the temperatures exceeded any mortals reach. The didn’t shine the following day, mortals in Istaril fell silent to the departure of the titans, wondering how this world would prosper and change.
