Kin Mar Simonic(Tale of Simonic, book 1)

O=============================================================O Ramblings of a Wizard Kin Mar Simonic -Tale of Simonic- --Book 1-- O=============================================================O The next memory, saddens me, and At the same time fills me with great joy; That unspeakable joy, you have when something So great happens, you’re left in utter awe, thus is The Tale of Simonic, the spell lord and God among mortal men, who lived in the Lands untouched by mortal men, and so he had Eternally rested for centuries, until the lands Had gotten so unruly that even the gods could not Calm them directly without bringing destruction to All men.  And so I now sit back within the Ancient Halls and recite to you, the age old tale, of Simonic And the great gods who had forged the lands, bringing Their deceit and prowess along with them, as they battled One another, for one man, Ictar the cruel wizard and the Will Choosing Simonic as their savior, and so the tale begins with: The Battle of Ronak, the Fall of Cenia, the defeat of Chanell, to the gruesome battle Of Min’lo, land of the barbarians. To the northeastern shores of Ky, with The fall, of the ancient bloodline Of Sev’ourn, and to the legendary war Of Rinmar, home of great men. And so it was, as Ictar, once loved and Chosen by Lylirn, who betrayed his Deeds and fell into the desires of Mortal men, with immortal power and strength. Wielding power and might as he Swept with fearsome power across The great lands of Xi’on, creations of Braum, Holy Creator and Serith, the Great Mother. The power of ruling all the lands burned Hotly within his immortal eyes, striking down With fiery mountains all those who resisted, Or stood bravely, however foolishly before him. It was amid the war with great Rinmar, Home of great men, within the eighth Year of war, and a pact made by Ictar With the deathless Teslor, Death’s Hand, That the great gods held council, to Discuss the actions of great men And the pact of Teslor’s, who did Not attend the council, and stayed away. Cilanik and Penlee voted for the destruction Of men through raging fires, and drowning dark Waters.  Yet Braum, Holy Creator, pushed these Ideas aside and proposed another plan: “The actions of Ictar, once loved and chosen Of Lylirn, has brought death and destruction To all my blessed lands.  Ridding the lands of Great blood, soaked up by his man sought Desire of power.  Yet, he, because of the pact Is beyond our touch, so I decree no deathless God touch him or do him any harm.  This is A matter of men, and so shall be dealt with by men.” Now, in justified rage Athan, Justice himself, stood And scolded the Holy Creator’s words, yet before too Much had been spilled, Serith, the Great Mother, spoke Softly into his ear, and so Braum, the Will, continued on, “Among men, there resides one, who lies within The lands untouched by mortal men, and here Lies the dwelling of the great spell lord, Simonic. A god among men!” Gasps rose up around the immortal table, which held The grand council of the gods, and eyes stared upon Braum, Holy Creator, at the words he just spoke, calling In the ancient wizard, who rests eternally in peace. As he sits amid a flourishing land, full of grand earthly Delights, but free of any distraction and disturbance; The great spell lord rests at peace, dreaming over his Past and admiring his fated and graceful end. With a startled start, Lylirn, Magic itself arose and spoke In his enchanting voice, which often beguiled the great gods “Holy Creator, more powerful than all, what you ask now Brings fear to all our minds, and to introduce such a man To a troubled world, would surely bring questions from  Men to the great and immortal gods, following us to our Tables and sleepless beds!  Simonic – is far too powerful For the realms you wish to protect, I was HIS creator.” At this Braum stood up and began to walk about the table “Lylirn, most tantalizing of the gods in words and false will, do not think that I do not know that you wish to leave Your creation free from the fray of the lands, for surely You know he is able to take a standing fight to Ictar, the Cruel and immortal, who you once labeled your own as Well, and still stand and protect him!  Do not think I Am blind to your presence next to him, as he mauls my lands! No, Simonic, a god among men, will be summoned and Will aid the lands on our behalf.  And this, is my command!” And so it was, immediately Rann, the Great Winds, that Carries the whispers of the gods to mortal men, flew. So it came to pass, that Rann, the Great Wind, had carried the Message from the Holy Creator to Simonic, the spell lord of the Lands untouched by mortal men, reciting the whispers of Braum, Holy Creator: ‘Among men, there resides one, who lies within The lands untouched by mortal men, and here Lies the dwelling of the great spell lord, Simonic. A god among men!’ And from his resting spot, Simonic, god among men, rose his Eyebrows and questioned the Great Wind, “Oh, Great Wind, Most powerful among the gods, truly there is some other man Among men who is capable of doing such the task you ask of me!” Yet, Rann knew this would be brought up so he carried in the Whispers of Lylirn, The Great Lord of Magic: ‘Holy Creator, more powerful than all, what you ask now Brings fear to all our minds, and to introduce such a man To a troubled world, would surely bring questions from  Men to the great and immortal gods, following us to our Tables and sleepless beds!  Simonic – is far too powerful For the realms you wish to protect, I was HIS creator.’ Hearing this Simonic rose from his resting position, and Swayed at a position he had not attempted in many years; The position of standing up, yet as he did he growled out “Lylirn!  That bastard god!  Son to none of the great and Ancient gods!  Yet, claims through lies that my creation Was through him!  Poor Braum, Holy Creator, believes Such lies that spill through that deceiving god of magic. Who remains the root of all problems!  Tell me, Rann, What does the Will have to say of Lylirn?”  And so Rann Spoke out the whispers of the Creator once again carrying In massive loads, the loud calls that Braum, Holy Creator, Had made during his retort to Lylirn, Lord of Magic And so the whispers came with such force: ‘Lylirn, most tantalizing of the gods in words and false will, do not think that I do not know that you wish to leave Your creation free from the fray of the lands, for surely You know he is able to take a standing fight to Ictar, the Cruel and immortal, who you once labeled your own as Well, and still stand and protect him!  Do not think I Am blind to your presence next to him, as he mauls my lands! No, Simonic, a god among men, will be summoned and Will aid the lands on our behalf.  And this, is my command!’ Letting loose a loud laugh, hitting his thighs, Simonic reached Up his hands to the sky and praised the great Creator “Ha!  Then I shall go, and aid Braum in his restoration of his Great and beautiful lands, for it is his command.”  Opening up His dusty robes Rann, the Great Wind, blew with such force That lifted him high into the air and carried him off. O=============================================================OWell, I have more to it, but I honestly don't want to make you sit through 7-8 pages of reading ;P hehe. This is kinda the start... What do you think...should I keep going? Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 09:55 PM PST   0 • 10