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In place of a fractured one come many wholes born.
Space made a greater sum than His form unshorn.
Space made a greater sum than His form unshorn.
Aloof and inconceivable, a Constant must be. A scale and structuring of consciousness so alien to the standards of mortal men, assuming the personification of such echelons are not but allegories for their better understanding of omnipresent pillars of existence. Something impartial to all but the continuation of its function and concept, or so one may assume. Whether it was for cold calculus to conclude on its own or a genuine care to except from its rule - a miracle of greatest magnitude emerged out of Space, that it would invest itself wholly in the collective hearts and minds of humanity in its nascent hours. The will of Amier and design of Space one to break, thus to make the paragons necessary to preserve them against the tides of primeval chaos. The will of Amier and design of Space one of metamorphosis, to sacrifice the structure recognized by such a name and assume forms better suited to the personification envisioned by men - to be succeeded by forms fit to reflect them and what recognized purpose they present for the nature of Space. ''He'' unmade, and Ten became to take ''His'' place and image. This, the design of Space. This, the will of Amier, for as much as one may extrapolate will from such an unfathomable form of entity.
So one may, so many did not. Not long from the sundering, none so soon as those images Ten slated to succeed the Constant's own coalesced, so too emerged titans boasting blood unshaped by that design of sacrifice. Sculpted and guided not by the hands and methods catered to the very nature and potential of men as that sacrifice served to create, but suffused in the raw essence of splintered Space and the claim of its own favor. Towering figures of quite literally empowered proportion, from which Meranthe and the myriad kindred blessed by those Ten's examples would be overshadowed and overruled under a yoke dubbed Vdalion and a monistic prescription as to how the Pantheon is to be perceived. In the Holy Land of Amier as ruled by Giants, Gods revered more as shards to an individual image over images whole and evolved to surpass what preceded them.
For to do so would be to question the place of something such as the Giants within the will of Amier.
An affront inconsiderable until the centuries turned on from that age of myth. The potency of Giantkind dwindling and the favored forms of the individual Gods rising to assert their place and purpose within the lands once tread by their divine forebears. Rallying again in the 21st century of recorded history under Jokul Folhammar, reminding of old awe and terror - and splintered anew in pyroclastic spectacle. Though still in time that briefly reigning Emperor of Meranthe would find facilitate an ascent more profound than one of empire - those who would seek to follow such example would accrue more infamy than fame in their falls from grace.
It is the turn of the 23rd century of recorded history. The legacy so embodied by the Jotnar does not escape the gravity which pulls upon it. A reach against the ascendant sovereignty of Nemea's mandate and its constituency of Leucothea's is brought crashing down from the presumption of righteous impunity, answered in reprisal well to remember and return the ruthlessness of their predecessors. A stroke of their own awe and terror executed by lithe hands, swift and vicious upon the resolve that they shall never suffer the impudence of Giantkind again.
Yet rather than spiraling on into a horrific campaign of further bloodshed, those hands but receded into an eerie quietude as their mark in the north smoldered away. Even still no forgiveness espoused, nor satisfaction in the current degree of recourse delivered, only cryptic statements from royal offices that the methods demonstrated upon Enos had served their purpose and will not be repeated in what is to come.
Omens leading to the near future, culminating atop Pavonis with at best brisk regard for any settled near its base. Pavonis, where that miracle in which One became Many first transpired. Where the design of Space and will of Amier may be perfected as the image of myriad perspectives whole in themselves rather than shards of a broken mirror. Where the grudges of a patient and abstract-minded folk be fulfilled in something greater than any stroke of repression delivered by the mundane measure of gruesome tolls: a divine refutation of far more elegant execution.
So one may, so many did not. Not long from the sundering, none so soon as those images Ten slated to succeed the Constant's own coalesced, so too emerged titans boasting blood unshaped by that design of sacrifice. Sculpted and guided not by the hands and methods catered to the very nature and potential of men as that sacrifice served to create, but suffused in the raw essence of splintered Space and the claim of its own favor. Towering figures of quite literally empowered proportion, from which Meranthe and the myriad kindred blessed by those Ten's examples would be overshadowed and overruled under a yoke dubbed Vdalion and a monistic prescription as to how the Pantheon is to be perceived. In the Holy Land of Amier as ruled by Giants, Gods revered more as shards to an individual image over images whole and evolved to surpass what preceded them.
For to do so would be to question the place of something such as the Giants within the will of Amier.
An affront inconsiderable until the centuries turned on from that age of myth. The potency of Giantkind dwindling and the favored forms of the individual Gods rising to assert their place and purpose within the lands once tread by their divine forebears. Rallying again in the 21st century of recorded history under Jokul Folhammar, reminding of old awe and terror - and splintered anew in pyroclastic spectacle. Though still in time that briefly reigning Emperor of Meranthe would find facilitate an ascent more profound than one of empire - those who would seek to follow such example would accrue more infamy than fame in their falls from grace.
It is the turn of the 23rd century of recorded history. The legacy so embodied by the Jotnar does not escape the gravity which pulls upon it. A reach against the ascendant sovereignty of Nemea's mandate and its constituency of Leucothea's is brought crashing down from the presumption of righteous impunity, answered in reprisal well to remember and return the ruthlessness of their predecessors. A stroke of their own awe and terror executed by lithe hands, swift and vicious upon the resolve that they shall never suffer the impudence of Giantkind again.
Yet rather than spiraling on into a horrific campaign of further bloodshed, those hands but receded into an eerie quietude as their mark in the north smoldered away. Even still no forgiveness espoused, nor satisfaction in the current degree of recourse delivered, only cryptic statements from royal offices that the methods demonstrated upon Enos had served their purpose and will not be repeated in what is to come.
Omens leading to the near future, culminating atop Pavonis with at best brisk regard for any settled near its base. Pavonis, where that miracle in which One became Many first transpired. Where the design of Space and will of Amier may be perfected as the image of myriad perspectives whole in themselves rather than shards of a broken mirror. Where the grudges of a patient and abstract-minded folk be fulfilled in something greater than any stroke of repression delivered by the mundane measure of gruesome tolls: a divine refutation of far more elegant execution.
Location: Mount Pavonis (Tower of Aetius)
Time: Thursday, 1/29, 6 PM EST
Time: Thursday, 1/29, 6 PM EST