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Poem about a tall mtn write a story that includes a nested narrative [[CHORUS]] Standing before the glow Of the Moons and the snow The Titan of the appertaining Rhenia Mountain Whom never shall fall the great ravager, the beast withall From the summit to the steppe of Rhenia Mountain No pass has e’r been found for the jaws will soon clamp down What heights will cast us headlong An ancient age brandishing rage Cool mist, the Eben flow brings demons from high plateau to bane our eternal progeny no sacrifice to satiate your hunger We bend and then we break for no man can forsake the great eye that overshadows the chasm of our soul [[CHORUS]] You are a god among the skies a greater by and by a voice among the ever changing lies you claim the heavens we shant reach your shoulders make us meek we are a cataract for your engrossing need No matter who shall rise or fall wars, battles, and vain calls you will remain, beyond all [[CHORUS]] He was in a garrulous mood, the broaching certainty of his shared fate with these two imbeciles he had himself imprisoned, now leeching to him in their own judgment. How this had happened he was stil working his way through. For years he had served this certain norm, spiriting criminals and vagabonds, even debtors to the marsh at the base of the Southern most point of Rhena mtn. It was an ancient charter yes, but a royal seal never expired, he reasoned with himself. He couldn’t have slipped up, he’d been doing this too long. Changes must be being made, and right under his nose no doubt, that’s the only way they could have gotten close to him. It was a mute point. El Alcance del Malvado was before him at last and like so many that had gone before him, he could do nothing to stop it. There was a begrudging and rather sharp swipe against the back of his head that felt more like a bear paw than a human hand. Shuffling to the flanks he turned to regard the lewd woman he had arrested two nights ago; she had been outfitted with a leather dilapidated tunic that had old blood stains streaked across it and in fact appeared no more modest than when he himself had first found her naked and roving the midday streets of the city, howling. She bore a ferocity across her eyes that dug blame deeply into him “I SHOULD EAT YOUR FACE!” Was he exclamation, and despite the outstandingly graphic nature of her remark he could sympathize with why she felt this way. “ I could have slept it off in a cell, then paid my fine and gone back to my own personal way of life, but you changed the rules! What kind of sheriff are you!?” It was rhetorical at best but still behind that raw accusation there was firmly seated expounding of fear, but not of him. The sheriff glanced momentarily at the other man there, having just meekly woken up and regarding the two of them with the confused calm of a kidnapped adult who very truly had no idea what was going on. He seemed not a threat, but the sheriff drew his crossbow anyways and pointed it at the two of them. “I seem to have a handful of bolts for this here girl,” he shifted the crossbow, “but I’d only need one to bloody that hourglass figure of yours. It’s be quite the shame.” The woman’s intensity didn’t abate but her eyes did turn to the shadowy mist rolling up the mtn from the thunderous waves against its cliffs. The sheriff smirked. “Or you could try the waves, but I seen a couple do it about 6, 8 months ago - those rocks made a quick splatter of em. We’re sharing a predicament.” “We’ll have better odds initially not murdering each other here. It might be necessary later but numbers would be to our benefit right off.” It was the short overly clothed little man that was speaking now…and he didn’t wait for a response, but busied himself shuffling up the rocky cape and towards the mountain itself. A base of bewilderment was shared between the two of them being left behind, before the woman in all her curt glory disregarded the sheriff despite his offense and followed after the short man ahead. She gruffed one final remark as she passed the sheriff. “Why is it you have the weapon.” The climb was steep and unyielding. Each employ to rise higher on the rocks bore with it an apical threat to crash the many jagged and fatal steps to the waters below. The opposite coastline was far off, almost undistinguishable, a true impossibility to reach, a salvation that all of them had never known they had possessed before this day. Once the trio ceased from gazing back over their shoulder and committed themselves to the climb, they all became blatantly aware that they must conquer the mist before any other goal was orchestrated. It was dawn when their trek began. By midday they had achieved this, but to their dismay the ridge of the cape proved no more grateful for their presence than their own and at distance above the mist, still at height was the ominous treeline of the forest they made up in their minds would devour them on entry. However, no choice but forward before them they shambled on, not a word spoken between them, only pleading and heated cursings with every misinterpreted step. The air was molasses in the putrid steam of the day and by night the mosquitos were asphyxiating especially for the woman who wore the least. But they had achieved the forest entrance. The shadow it cast from the titanic trees ancient with unaltering was bellowing as if daring them their venture and to the left and right across the expanse of the waning light it appeared was an engulfing chasm of odious purgatory that should not be approached. The sheriff had a question before they continued, it was directed at the short man. “You seem to be very accepting of this all.” He stole a glance at the woman, roiling in her own welts. “Do you know how you’re here?” It was as honest a question as he could muster, his companionship skills ever non-existent. The shorter gentleman dressed in layers of rather eccentric clothes appeared to be around 30 years old, his painting breaths quivered as he swallowed with hunger and thirst. He shrugged, “ fairly certain I was Phantasmed, can’t remember a thing til about 3 days ago but all of that’s irrelivent to where we are now. Carrying this on me is all all I know, and I’m dressed better than the girl back there.” He smiled and handed the sheriff a scroll with an unbroken seal on it. “Wouldn’t do what you’re thinking Guv. Plenty folks have gone before us, fairly certain none of them survived. Guaranteed they done exactly what youre about to - say we’d prolly got better chances on our own without that thing. This is Rhenia Mountain after all.” “Youve had this the whole time…?” “Well, to be honest,” the young man shrugged again, “ I only found it on me about an hour ago…I was thinking about tossing it over the side.” The sheriff shoved him away and hastily set about nagging at the seal until it was crumpled. Revealing the innards of the scroll he wrestled with what he saw. “I…I can’t read it. I can’t, I can’t see!” The sheriff wretched and roiled until his foot caught a root, grasping at the blackness before his face he dropped the crossbow and dispersed the quiver of bolts across the rocks as he careened from one boulder to the next down the rigid peak of the cape and into the vast murky mist below out of sight only the occasional and disappearing thud of his lifeless body the remaining two watched him as far as they could, both too tired already to by much amazed. The young man reached down with little regard and picked up the scroll, quickly rolling it back up and stuffing it in his many layers. “You’re far too nonchalant about his,” the woman slandered. “Did you have something to do with that?” The man regarded her only for a moment. “God doesn’t play dice.”” He tried to smile but only a refraining shake of his head waggled out before he started moving on. The woman raised her eyebrows, convinced that he was unconventionally too casual to have been the cause of the sheriffs timely death, then muttered to herself, “ I wish I’d of pushed him.” She yelled aloud, “hey, what about this crossbow!?” The man turned to her fairly quickly then shrugged a final time for the the night. “Surely it’d be a good idea to bring it along - i wont touch it though, I’m pretty severely allergic to metal. You could shoot me with one of those bolts and i’d probably die from a reaction before I’d bleed out. But I’ll wait for you if you want to collect it.” The truth was not altogether too hard to believe so she did as he suggested then toted along, being generously handed a scarf from round his neck for the care of wrapping her own bug bitten head as they apprehensively entered the darkening wood, never really grasping just how long the darkness would last and for how many few short hours the sun would make itself known the next day. Truly the length of night and the fear of the unknown caused the both of the pilgrims a near resignation, but on that very precipice a sliver of light dripped through the trees and the cold immediately went away. It was then that they realized just how far into the wood they had actually wandered seeking better shelter and positional defense perhaps and had strayed from the tree line, that and the nighttime wind that had caused ice sickles to form on their heads and a deep burrough to be made in the dirt nearly lapped on top of one another for warmth. Hungry and thirsty they could hear the waves still a distance away yet were far enough into the sturdy mountain that thy could no longer feel them rattling their joints. “We’ll likely not survive the long night again, “ the man stuttered through chattering teeth. “ I suggest we attempt to provision ourselves with what we can find before continuing on.” The woman nodded her agreement and they set about their morning which was quite nearly 1130 down in the civilized valley below. But this was the real country, pressed up tightly against the mtn, and there was no escaping it harrowing inner monstrosities. ************* |
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