In Insula Monstrifici Prodeunt

[Eleatic 1033]

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=k8e1443KIws

 

The newly found island lay in silence, as it had for decades upon decades hence. Until there wasn't. BANG. The ship slammed into the cobblestones and the gravel, sending them flying grimly into the sky in a myriad of debris. The two beings onboard cried out, flung unto the lifeless dirt. They both made a tired, loud cough. Seemingly unharmed, unsinged by the crash which wrought them..they looked about. They both smiled in subtle agreement, and looked grimly at the ashes of their fallen ship.

 

From the supplies onboard, they managed to cultivate the little dirt that was able to support life on the isle. The water aiding simply in this process. Over time, from the seeds of the wreckage, they began to rebuild on this new eden of which they could start anew. Pillars threw up, then walls, then interiors. Then the cave below began to creak, and came home to the Lethani as they both knew would.

 

They did not wish to be found, if stuck on this island. Defenseless, they began to set up small, easy things. Hurling out some rocks onto the ocean, piling up enough from their misadventures to form some safety against invading ships to their little island paradise. Without the knowing of hatred, they also put lights upon the top. To guide those who may wish them harm away from the island, but safely as well.

 

It is to be found that a man had came upon their island, navigating the wreckage. His name was Morte, if they recalled, and he offered them aid. With his help,  they found their way back to the mainland, and rebuilt their homestead. A true eden as it were, the hidden crypts, and the memories of their work. Morte himself stayed with them, upon the isle. Already an old man, he sooned passed into the ether, and he was summarily buried in these new crypts he helped make. It is to be said of kindness, that it is rewarded. Morte himself was dead, but far worse things could be done to a dead body, not by them, but mercy was something to recall at the highest in their minds.

 

Lethanal and Lethilin sat upon a makeshift bed, watching the stars above. They had length conversations about how they were going to be able to carry stone with their hands being as they were. Lethanal lifted his own, showing the bone as it was hurlt upward. Lethilin frowned. "We find way, Lethani find way. We good, we know. Morte leave ship, we can get help if want. Good peepul, yis." They both agreed at that.

 

The island, in coming years, became a haven for the freaks.  Mighty it stood, hidden away at the edge of the world. They had come to give it a name, "In Insula Produent." Isle of the Freaks, in the language of far worse beings then themselves. It was an embrace, it was happiness.

 

And the Lethani went on.

 

(Part 2. Continuing adventures of my freakish character. :D http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/104708-isle-du-pique/?view=findpost&p=968594)

[argonian 14254]

cool.

[Eleatic 1033]

very cyyl

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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