The Legend Of The Stone Serpent

[Swgrclan 2682]

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpI-KeK-PQg 

Tucked within the several cities of Anthos are old, weathered tomes; once placed inconspicuously by one unseen in the night, quick in step and dark in robe. They all bear the same writ-- the same translation, the same handwriting, the same story. These books bear the Legend of the Stone Serpent, one passed down from the frozen obscurity of a dying race.

"3rd of the Snow's Maiden, 1470 -- drawn translations from courtesy of the Arzund's accursed scripts for the sake of Nur eyes.

The great stone one flies high 'pon the clouds whence the legg'd cannot reach; so po'r is he who, without wings akin to a bird, cannot drift so high above and beside the stone serpent Malghourn; he who is of strength and virtue. Accurs'd be the form of mine brethren; accurs'd be their tough encave and flesh, that naught fit f'r the gracefulness of those of the frozen sky and their wings.

His grace spans back archaic a time, whence when the those of Kata roam'd fields with but cheveril hide of beasts to cov'r their skin. His kind scorn'd mine own -- they devour'd mine kin whe'r weak and elderly 'r but babes within aeries of wheat. So furious was mine brethren's wish to grow wings and ascend like those of the frozen sky; and without the means, their fury was cast 'pon those that they bore envy f'r. They scorn'd their gods -- they scorn'd them, and rode them akin to mounts. 

But Malghourn, of strength and virtue, couldst not be bound by bilboes and toughen'd twine; f'r his skin of the earth couldst not be bound, not by the force of of the bohra and all their might. So they sought him naught as an ally, but as god; f'r his might was greater than their own, greater than all others of the frozen sky and it's earthen brother.

They stride like their god, in pride and in fury be their strength; f'r they follow naught but his being, but his essence -- bless'd it be, f'r it nev'r is to be falter'd by claw n'r spear. They trekt the frozen fields as he dost its' skies; acting in the shadow of his stone-scal'd wings, akin to a wolf to it's chieften master."

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[CommunistSpy 441]

A lone figure wanders into the frozen wastelands of the  North. The wind screams through the jagged canyons, chilling the wanderer to the bone. He pulls his fur coat closer, paying no mind to the frost collecting on his face.

 

He spots his goal - a large rocky hillside. Once an ancient ruin, it will be given a new purpose. He slowly ascends the jagged hill, letting out labored breaths. 

 

Finally, he arrives at the top. He slings off the large wooden pole from his shoulder, firmly planting it on the ground. The flag is slowly raised, an enormous 'one' contrasting against the flag's red background.

 

He shouts in a triumphant voice, the sound echoing throughout the barren valley. 

 

"First."

[SodaiKamikaze 652]

._.

^This,

that face right there,

is the face of horror and fear.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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