A Titan's Fall

[Haribo 385]

HUMBERT, WHAT POWER ART THOU?

 

 

 

 

 

To gaze upon one’s mortal coil is a harrowing prospect; for what fate befalls us when we succumb to our grisly unknowns? Lesser men are expected to stumble upon lesser fears, but what do titans weep over? When Christ could not bear witness to his own future without being consumed by melancholy in the garden of Gethsemane, we know that titans only tremble before time itself.

 

How many men looked to the Colossus of Rhodes, sailed betwixt Helios’ sweeping legs, and were swooped up in its glory? And yet how many men may claim that fortune this day? Our own statues of liberty and sculptures of kings prevail, yes, but they too will fall as the Colossus did. So we must ask, do such fates befall legends of flesh and blood, and we must respond that the mortality of man is more known than the wonders of this world.

 

Humbert of Bar’s status as the Titan of Faith was not ill-named. A juggernaut of theology and politics, the good Bishop stood tall to bear witness to a half-dozen kings and such a so pontiffs. The founder of Veracruz, Vice-Chancellor of Daniel I, Colossus of Canon, Regent of Faith and Defender of Schism, large of stature and cunning, Humbert dominated the Church with his presence alone. Monsignor Fabian, in 1493, wrote

 

‘I do declare that Humbert’s form be of particular intimidation. When he speaks, his voice is brass and baritone, and doth grant me a chill. He consumes voraciously in council, but none dare speak up to His Eminence in fear of his response; yet what he consume, he dole forward in speech, and doth spray his mind aplenty. He bears little restraint, and for good reason, for his wisdom in matters faith are unparalleled aside from His Holiness himself.’

 

His Eminence was truly a titan among lesser men. Yet in his own Cathedral in the capital of our dear kingdom, he was found fallen from his apartments, slain by the steps of his own stairs. His body was exhumed and laid to rest by those fellows of Felsen. It is said that Guy de Bar was restrained during the funeral for his grief was so great he would not rid himself from the good Bishop’s coffin.

 

 

 

MY NAME IS HUMBERT OF BAR

LOOK ON MY WORKS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR.

Edited September 13, 2015 by Haribo

[Narthok 10416]

(( *Ozimandias

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((Is this IC? Because neither Christ nor the Collosus of Rhodes exist in this universe.))

[Haribo 385]

((It's a pseudo-ooc declaration of the death of humbert. But it did happen so characters can cry ect.))

[_Stigwig 1510]

Denis hears of the news, a brief frown upon his features as he glances upwards towards the skies and shakes his head; the motion rueful. 

"He was a Titan of the Faith - bound by oath to the service of GOD. Yet an Ashford all the same - much as Baldwin is.."

His features contort once more, this time into a harsh scowl, stalking around the Royal gardens before finally making his way to the Felsenic cathedral, joining the congregation in prayer.

[Cracker 4570]

"How could a man so large fall so hard?" inquires the coroner, Brother Leon of Amaury. His expression is one mired with sorrow. A black day for the Church.

Edited September 13, 2015 by Cracker

[Halsi 381]

Frederique frowned upon hearing the news, finding enough comfort in the bottle of red wine by her side. The passing of her uncle saddened her, simply because she never got the chance to speak with him since her return..

[Heero 4092]

 

Crumena of Kamees rests below the shade of a towering oak. He shakes his head somberly as he pays his respects.

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

I think you're taking this abit too seriously. It's a beautifully piece, and if you had read the whole thing, I would hope one of your vast intellectual prowess would take the relevance of the exerpt for what it was worth, and not ask silly questions

[James 425]

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