Shu Mar Tul'ah(Gift of Immortality)

Ramblings of a Wizard Part Two Shu Mar Tul'ah -Gift of Immortality- The Sacred Lands of Braum, holy creator And the great Peaks of Zonra’shul, so we traveled On through the day, with chain armor clinking As Rann, the Great Wind, beat against our backs and hair I was shaking, as fear and anticipation rose within me Walking on the lands that had only seen the feet of The great immortals, who ruled the lands, and had just Bore witness to a mortal man, in defiance to an immortal I sigh even now when it is refreshed in my mind within The Ancient Halls, and at the great battle with Sera-sún As night did not approach, and the days flame kept aflame Continuing on with the memory of the battle that burns eyes We reached the great mountain of Zonra’shul Late the next day, yet the day’s flame was still high And we entered the great and vast caverns of the Mountain, forged by holy Braum, seeking the Resting place of the immortal beast, running now quickly Through the darkened passages, following the lights Of Ictar as he lead in the fore, and I and Kinson Remained in the rear, a little scared for ourselves Fearlessly the warriors followed in their chain mail Wielding great weapons of noble men, that caught The glint of light from chosen of loved Ictar’s light Halting as we turned into a massive citadel within Zonra’shul, with it’s great stone walls and sharp Pillars reaching high to the top of it’s roof, with a Hole residing at it’s peak, letting light shine directly Down into the citadel, the resting room of Sera-sún Amid the center of the room, bathed under the light Of the Passing’s day, rested Sera-sún, in all her Deadly glory, asleep with crystal eyes shut, and Brazen beak at rest, as the light played upon the Sparkling flesh, that appeared to be dragon’s skin And in the desires of fools, six warriors charged Madly as men do desiring one thing, without a care Of what may come from their actions, as I gulped From her slumber Sera-sún awoke, and let loose A horrible cry as a hawk often does before it strikes Down at it’s prey from the heights above, and so it Did, striking out a razor sharp claw, cleaning five Of the charging warriors, who now stood without Chests, and the last one halted as he was dispatched Of his head to the brazen beak, before he could even Gasp out his refusal, and in man what they call “courage” The other warriors, fourteen now in number, charged Out to avenge their fallen comrades and fools, and now The battle commenced, with the fallen priests of Penlee Reciting encouraging words to the men, strengthening them The beast threw her claw again at the men, but hit none And so they moved in closer, as she slashed again Eight blocked the claw of death, but six felt it’s scratch And so Sera-sún chose death for them, as they clawed Madly at the air as they fell into the dirt, eating it’s false Nourishments, sending them to the great Ancient Halls And in rage, Akar, son of Thol’mar, struck the great beast In the hind leg, scratching only it’s scales, but causing the Same hatred had it bitten into her flesh, a moment flashed Within her crystal eyes, as she glared down for an instant Down into Akar’s eyes, and maddened, he spun around and Struck down his comrade, turning to fight the next man So, now only seven men were in control of themselves, but Knew, as did I, that we were to see the Ancient Halls here And so the battle continued, with no other man touching The sparkling and sacred scales of Sera-sún, and I stood Stunned, forgetting any spells that I had in my mind Yet, Kinson spoke out whatever incantations he could Remember given the situation, and from his hands Fire spewed forth, like liquid, and slammed into the Great and immortal beast, sending a loud shriek echoing Throughout, yet no damage came to Sera-sún, yet in her Anger she opened her wings and sliced off the torsos of The seven remaining men, and flew in a leap on top of The poor and powerless Kinson, who gave a whelp before He was clutched by razor claws and lifted high within the Citadel and dropped from it’s highest height, falling with the Piercing screams, as one gives before they meet their deaths And down again it swooped and with each claw it took now The two fallen priests of Penlee, and threw their weak bodies Against the mountain walls, with the quick thud of slamming Mud upon the dirt, turning my stomach as I saw and heard And so, I stood within the death filled citadel, staring at The crimson blood seeping into the sacred grounds, turning About, seeking the only other who had not fallen, the Chosen and loved, Ictar, who behind me rested upon his Blackened staff, staring at nothing before him, and here I spoke to him “Loved Ictar, the chosen of Lylirn, are you Not going to avenge these men? Comrades who have traveled Into the Sacred Lands with you, who met their deaths, under your Powerful watch and spells? Has Lylirn left you to die as well? Alongside these brave men, Or have you magic to rouse them from the Ancient Halls, and Grant death to Sera-sún, who flies with immortal and deadly Glory, that arbiter of death!” And as I heaved my words through a sick filled stomach, his Reply came clear to me, “These men, I wanted to die, none of Them do I wish to see in my immortal ages, as they have done Many things against I and Lylirn, but the prospect of a deathless Life, dulled their senses, and brought them along with me, and So came their deaths, but you I have nothing against, for you Have done I, nor Lylirn no wrong, so in this, I grant you a gift Greater than any gift another mortal man can give, I’ll grant you The choice of immortality.” And so I stood, motionless for a Moment, the length of a breath, before my mortal desires left Me and immortal dreams entered my head, as so I conceded To the taking of such a gift And from his staff, he moved walking into the ageless citadel As Sera-sún bolted from the peaks of the mountain and aimed Her deadly claws at Ictar, the loved of Lylirn, and he too Aimed his blackened staff at the great immortal guardian Speaking in a tongue that made me tremble to my knees, a Bolt jetted from his staff, and sped through the great beast Causing her to howl, and fall to the ground, mid flight Twisting in agony, she tried to regain her stance, but the hole Within her breasts kept on expanding, consuming her flesh “Quickly now, eat and become like the great immortal gods, Become a god among men. For soon her flesh will be no More and even corpse seekers will not be able to taste her Sparkling flesh.” And so I stood from the dirt, and sped over next to the beast Removing a small dagger cut a piece of her sparkling flesh And ate it, with it’s taste like sweet honey, and seemed to Sooth my entire body, as it entered my now immortal blood The loved Ictar did the same, and in that moment the last bit Of shining flesh was consumed by his great spell, and so now We stood, and headed for the entrance into the great citadel Which once belonged to the immortal gods, their guardian And for that offense against the great gods, the chosen Ictar Was marked against the great immortal gods, and the fight Which ensued from that, was one of a legend, but I find Myself at a narrow section within the mind, where boredom Reigns, and so now, I find myself within the Ancient Halls Left to try and reminisce over my dreadfully long life, yet It’s soothing comfort of nothing, seems adequate for all that I have seen, and done...Shrug, if I knew a format for something like this, I'd try it...this is a lil different for me, cause I feel like it HAS to be broken up....hehe, ah well, gotta give everything a try once I suppose ;) So...what do you think, how could I improve it and such? Oh, this is the second part of the Ramblings, the first being "Ansh'lo Mar Ictar(Defiance of Ictar)". Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 04:52 PM PST   0 • 10