[Chapter 2 - Part 3]: My Name Is Ozymandias

[Eleatic 1033]

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tmY3Qh0Zng

 

The room lay silent. A book lay on the counter. Blood stained black scratch at the intricate floorboard. Symbols scatter the room, words lay in books untouched for decades. They are all scattered. One phrase remains repeated. "The Monks of Arfur."

 

A knight pounds through, slamming his boots onto his home once found. Lost now to the winds of history. His comrades lay dead at his feet, all enthralled by horror at what their leader had become. One had asked who he has. One more dead, but he replied to the caved skull nonetheless. "My..Name..Is..Verin.".. and they stopped. He took them one by one, and they fell with duty. Their blood spatters onto the hold. So it goes.

 

Nothing beside remained. Verin had made sure of that. The dwarves near his little expedition would notice this..he wanted them too.

 

Home no more. Physician heal thyself. Say my name. Great men are forged in fire. The ether approaches. Poo-Tee-Weet. We are the Monks of Arfur. We do not rise, we fall.

 

Nothing beside remains.

Round the decay of that collosal wreck.

The lone and level sands.

Stretch far away.

 

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

 

My name is Ozmandias.

King of kings.

Look on my works ye' mighty and despair.

(Closure. Thank you to the remaining MoA which participated. Also. The MoA has been active since Kalos. Mega trull.)

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.