Kin Mar Simonic(Tale of Simonic, book 4)

O=============================================================O Ramblings of a Wizard Kin Mar Simonic -Tale of Simonic- --Book 4-- O=============================================================O “The great and ancient wizard Simonic, a god among mortal Men!  Chooses to delve into affairs that hold no concern over Him, for he rests within lands untouched by any other human. Yet, now he finds himself amid a war, perhaps to aid a cause? Tell me, Simonic, god among mortal men, do you wish to aid My cause, or the Fated cause of Cilanik, who chose to stand up Before myself, only to be removed from this existence.  Which Is it, oh great and lofty Mage of the Ancients? For do not forget, that I am not among mortal men, and am A slayer of a god, over me you are no god!  Stand before me and be burned!”  Thundered Ictar, far above all the men below As he taunted the ancient wizard, who stood holding his staff. “Silence!  You eater of sparkling flesh!  Not given immortality by Any of the great gods!  The Scorn of the immortals indeed!  Do not Taunt me with your false claims of power, you fool.  Look what You do to lands you wish to lay claim to, burn and defile them! Perhaps you have the strength and power of an immortal, but Your mind is that of a child!  Squalling for his rattle!”  And as Simonic boomed his insults towards the form of Ictar above as Fire roared about the entire mountain, as the Rage of Ictar grew. A loud snarl flowed about the entire valley below, as Ictar spat His fury into his incantation, and with a crack the sky fell open Shredding a thin line apart, and from above fire spewed down Even Braum, Holy Creator, had to remain still within their torrent. Seeing this Simonic wove a spell within a prayer, calling back Rann, the Great Wind, and from the high heavens, the winds came And caught the flames amid the sky above, as they did battle blocking The Passing’s light, as Bela cursed the flames, and caused them to die. About the area men ran away from the magic being loosed, but as they ran Ictar picked three out from above, and with a spell not of this world, he Transformed their figures into horrid looking brutes, of blackened skin And cold white eyes, and from their hands released bolts of lightning. Cursing to himself, Simonic recited another incantation yet As the last syllable was about to be released a sharp bolt Slammed into his side back, surging pain deep inside him As small wisps of blood leaked from his side. Yet, his black eyes held steadfast as he again recited the Incantation, and as he finished a shimmering globe engulfed Him, and the next bolt of lightning that struck was sent back Upon the transformed brute, yet the globe faded. Cursing he heard Ictar weave another spell, and a torrent of Ice began to form below the mountain.  So the great and ancient wizard plated his staff into the ground, and left it there, and ran towards The torrent of deadly ice, as the brutes were incinerated by the staff’s power. Catching the whispers of the syllables of the spell Ictar was still weaving The great and ancient wizard spoke to the ground beneath the mountain, And with a jolt, the massive mountain and surrounding areas quaked and Roared, making great and noble men shake with fear of the power. And from atop the massive mountain, Ictar fell to the ground below Amid his Torrent of Ice, as he was slashed and skewed by ice.  Yet, The life of an immortal does not flee the same as mortal men do, and So the Scorn of the Immortals rose again, with the fire of hate burning. Holding out his staff, black bolts shot from it’s head, heading towards Simonic, god among men.  Shouting aloud Simonic lifted the ground Beneath his feet, without regard to the will of Serith, and it lifted him Ten feet high, as the dark bolt shot through the dirt beneath his feet. And in pain the ground began to seep up tears, creating a small River of watery blood, as the hole within the pillar of dirt began To crumble away, setting the great and ancient wizard back upon the Ground.  Cursing the gods for making such a man, Ictar spat a syllable Forming around Simonic a cloudless mass of silence, choking His words before they ever left his mouth, cutting off all spells From the ancient wizard.  Laughing Ictar watched Simonic back Away, as if knowing his defeat. As the ancient wizard backed away, he removed a small stone From within his robes sewn and worn by the gods themselves, And as he removed the stone he held it within one hand and Crushed it, and as it broke apart wisps of white light spun about. Quickly swirling around his form, attacking the silence Which engulfed him in their cloudless mass, dispelling their Wicked effects.  And fury driven Simonic growled at the Immortal with mortal desires, and so he boomed: “Ictar!  Cursed be your name!  Scorn of the immortals!  An immortal chosen Not by the deathless gods!  Your pact with Teslor protects you from even The magic of Lylirn, yet you are not shielded from capture!  For the Bane Of Fate, the hammer of Koi’on will crush you now!” Ictar stammered back in fear of the ancient wizard’s wrath, as dread Entered his eyes as he stared into the black void of the wizard’s eyes Who stood there before him, growling and booming in all his wrath. Calling to the great weapon of Koi’on, the Bane of Fate. In pure anger Simonic threw his hands into the ground, scratching Them and leaving his blood upon the drifting dirt as he lifted his Hands up, and holding the dirt in his hands he boomed a great Incantation, and about the entire landscape darkness of night Fell upon them all, even Bela marveled at what was taking place But was far too enthralled to bring the Passing back, and so amid The darkness, with the light of fires and smoke rising about them Simonic was lifted into the air, purely by the power of the spell Which he was casting, causing men and beast alike to run in fear Seeking shelter within the walls of Rinmar, both friend and foe alike. As they stared from atop the ramparts, at the great and ancient Wizard, Simonic, god among men call upon something That even the great gods marvel at.  And about the ancient wizard wisps of blue flames played about Him as his words mixed in with the cries of thunder above, As Ictar stood enthralled by fear, the immortal without a mind. Reaching his hands into the darkened sky, light shot up from The palms of his hands, as it slowly darkened until finally The ground heaved violently, as the massive mountain, where Ictar had once stood atop, shook violently as if cursed by it’s own rock. Seething with power Simonic’s body sizzled the air about him, As the massive mountain lifted slowly into the air, as all watched In complete awe as the great and ancient wizard dug the massive Mountain up from within it’s roots within the earth. Realizing what was now going to take place, Ictar cursed at the Ancient wizard and began to fling spell upon spell at the great Wizard who floated with power above the ground, calling upon A spell that no mortal or immortal had ever wielded. Sweat poured from Ictar as he hurled ice, fire, plague, water, And even the blackness of nothing upon the great wizard, yet Nothing touched him within the state he was in, slouching his Shoulders he began to run, yet Fate sought his capture. As the hand of Syl’ah, the great Priestess of Serith reached up From beneath his feet and held fast upon his fleeing feet, Pulling his leg halfway into the earth.  Squirming he spat curses Into the hole, as a feminine cry came up from within the ground. Looking up Ictar saw the great and massive mountain, burning in Blue fiery flames above him, as his mouth went agape.  As the great And ancient wizard, the god among men roared out the last syllables Of the spell worthy of Braum, Holy Creator, himself. Sending the massive mountain screaming through the air down towards Ictar, who laid upon the ground ensnared by the hands and arms of the Priestess.  Yet as the fiery mountain hurled itself down from the skies he Cried out a last spell, releasing from his mouth a shimmering golden light That shot into the air meeting the massive mountain, burning away Where it touched, creating a small dome until it finally came down atop Him, shaking the entire realms as it slammed down.  And breathing heavily The great and ancient wizard crumpled to the ground, drained of power. And from Rinmar, the home of great men cheers rose up, for the Wretch of the land had finally been defeated, and all watched again In awe, even Simonic lifted his sweat stung eyes and watched As Serith began to sink the massive mountain into her massive belly. Taking Ictar deep down into her depths, trapping him for eternity. For death could not touch the Scorn of the Immortals, yet Fate had Trapped him, through his own ignorance.  Standing up from the blood And tear soaked ground, Simonic, god among men took back his staff Called to the Great Wind, and again was taken into the air and Flew off with his silvered hair and crimson robes billowing behind. As all mortal, immortal, and god alike stared in awe at the great And ancient wizard, Simonic, god among men departed back to his lands. And so the Tale of Simonic ends, as they entire realms Stare at his departure from the lands once again, yet Do not be led astray for he did return years later And took up residence within the Northern Peaks. The only lands which had rarely been defiled by mortal men And held snow atop their peaks through all the Passings.  Here Is where Simonic bred his own kingdom, a mighty and just Ruler he made for mortal men, and all who knew of the tale And the many tales which he created held him with great respect And sought council with him whenever the chance arose.  Even Braum, Holy Creator, Lodrick, Marzog, Bela, Iklan, Serith, Mother Nature, Rann, The Great Wind, and Lylirn spent time Resting within his great palace.  And so ends my wanderings within These dark and boring endless halls of eternity, as I shelf another Memory upon these endless walls, and so I lean back amid Darkness and take rest I do not need to take. O=============================================================O'tis the last of the tale...sorry if it seemed a bit rushed, but I wanted to get to the battle :P For a challenge submission ;P Any comments would be helpful...in book 3/4 I kinda had to try and keep on track with the style, I started to write like I was writing a straight story and such, going into too much detail that didn't follow suit for the rest of the writing...so yeah..here's the last installment of "Kin Mar Simonic" hope ya enjoyed, heh. Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 12:54 PM PST   0 • 10