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Elium

THE CROSSING OF ELIUM

   From the sea port of Kathos, a fisherman name E-li-um came out of a horrific storm at sea unharmed.  He told the town's people, "For twenty years or more I have cast my nets and always been more blessed than most, and always have I shared the bounty with all.  But I tell you now in no uncertain terms never again shall I return to that cold mistress for I am done with her I tell you, done!  I alone have just barely survived the worst of the worst storms to happen upon men.  I drifted ashore to tell the tale of thirty lost souls!"
   The wives of the lost men wailed at the news and drew their babes in arms closer as his words made them all widows and orphan in a single breath.  After the soaked wretch had been dried and fed and his story retold some more, a man asked, "Elium, where does a fisherman the likes of you go when they no longer fish or sail?
   Somberly he answered, "To the city and become lost in her sea of people himself."

   The day Elium arrived at the southern gate of Mithar the market chaos had just been closed to outsiders.  For those not initiated into her Tower cult were not allowed re-entrance once they were shut out.  Elium was no Mitharian, and he smelled of Kathosian fish.  Yet the tent dwellers of Slavath welcomed the stranger as one of their own and took piety after hearing his tale of shipwrecked woes.
   At dusk Elium sat amid a group of men encircling a campfire while eating a meal.  Now, beyond the fire light Elium saw the figure of Diacal, the Captain of his lost ship.  At once Elium jumped to feet with glee in seeing him.  Running about to converse he found the Captain was no where to be found nor even in the whole of the village in which Elium searched.  Throughout the long night he sought the visage of his sea companion with no fruit from his efforts and in exhaustion collapsed upon a bed of pelts.
   At daybreak the sole of Elium's feet were being kicked.  He was awakened by Captain Diacal, "Get up fool of a man and go into the city.  Seek out one named Ma-drew of the Third House, for he has great need in meeting you."  When Elium arose and gathered his thoughts, again he saw his Captain was no where to be found.

   At the hour the market gates were open Elium of Kathos inquired as to where the Third House was located.  Coming to the tower of Varlendur, he knocked upon the door of the third House of Learning, "I was -- instructed -- to find out a man called Madrew."
   "I am Madrew and most blessed in meeting you my lord, Elium of Kathos!"
   "I am no lord, just a lowly fisherman who lost all his companions at sea. The shadowed specter of my Captain commanded me to find you.  How is it you know my name?"
   "I told the Lord of the Dead that I lost my faith in the Tower's Brotherhood.  Then an angel came to me in a dream, and said you would seek me out.  Now I know for certain that God alone answers prayers.  Upon having done so, I am to answer yours in return by sending you on the quest of what you seek."
   "What is it I seek?"
   "To answer that you must go to the Cave of Marrow.  Along the northern side of Kinderval's forest, on the southern side of the Blue Mountains you will see the cave's opening on the third peak.  There on the third day Ha-thuk will find you."
   "Hatuk?"
   "The One Who Answers.  It was he who told me of you."


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WHEN he returns home his ship mates are waiting for him in an inn called The Singing Quail, except the Captain whose body washed ashore, and Elium was thought to have been lost at sea.
 


 



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Selling My Art-World


   Many people seem to like My Artwork and style, I think I have finally come to a point where I'm going to strive to put some energy toward producing some artwork for sale.  There are a few things I may look into being a part of as well:Visual Arts Society of Texas (VAST), and a Market in the Lewisville Mall (ART WALK).  I was thinking of doing a series of cloth drawings based on my own epic fantasy.  Using cloth, each piece would include: text (translated into my script), a drawing, and accented with a portion of map.
(click to enlarge image).

Beginning the first of many.
"Malladeck, Lord High Prist" 





POLL: Leave a comment. WHICH text do you like better: "A" or "B"?





Gems of Wisdom

- LISTEN MORE, talk less, pay attention

- Do your best; build the experience

- Education, out of comfort zones to learn


VIDEO time 35:09






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THRIYEL





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C. S. Lewis

UNRUNG

constant state of entanglement
tossed and overwhelmed
this obsessive mind
moving forward
yet ever stuck in a loop
how do you break
from not having
to being ok with being made "unknown" again
as silence is far worse than death
in that uncared for void
of twisted jumbled thoughts
knowing the other
thinks nothing in return

GOD?

GOD is a complex "concept" "thing" "person" - we 'need' to package that for our psychological comfort. Is there a reason or in hindsight do we devise reasons? In taking a motorcycle class one time the instructor noted that the latest terminology was "wreck" not "accident"; in that everything was traced back to someone's fault. GOD is our default reason it seems to find a reason when reason can't be determined or be understood. "God said it and that settles it". But "who" did the writing of "what" God "said"? We frail creatures who determined others to be inspired. My head hurts and heart aches with the overwhelming and emotionally breaking of a life striving to figure out the ever elusiveness of what is truth; as every sermon changes with perception and agenda to be purported to be as from GOD.

THROMBAL

THRIYEL: THE WATCHER'S BOOK OF BOOKS
The Book of Tales:
THROMBAL

   Two guards at the docks of the Dim-bar saw a small boat pulled onto the shoreline, and went to investigate before the stranger eluded them.
   "HALT! Who goes there?"
   "Lumen.  Lumen of Lindol, a map maker."
   "State your business in the Dwarf King's realm!"
   "I thought the forest of Kinderval was open to all men of the West who desired to hunt."
   "You are not a hunter, Map-maker, and we are not in the forest now are we," said the fatest of the two dwarves.
   "Why are you sculling about the gulf in this tiny ting," asked his taller companion?  "We spied you for  the docks over there, yet you landed among the rocks."
   "I am an explorer out to map the shorelines of the world."
   "What a preposterous notion if ever there was one indeed.  You take us as fools?"
   "Bamon, I think he does.  It is absurd, because the world has already been mapped out."
   "My dear dwarves I am mapping out the details of the shoreline that Nuthcorlan himself could --."
   "These are King Kwandol's shorelines, not Nuthcorlans.  Molin, does he know anything?"
   "I think I know he is a spy of some sort.  He must be."
   "Now hold on there.  Why must I be a spy?"
   "I don't know why you must be.  Do you think the King's guards are fools?"
   "I think nothing of the sort my good dwarves.  Take me to see the king himself and I will explain away this whole misconception."
   "Now we are the one mis-perceiving you think?"
   "Not so fast -- spy -- what do you have to offer in way of tribute?"
   "A tribute is it now or a bribe?"
   "To go before a king the like of Kwandol empty handed is not to appreciate dwarven custom or the one before whom you are standing."
   "Have Mitharians learned nothing over the last 50 years?  Even Molin here knows to toss a coin for the Captain of the Market-Gate." He laughed hard.
   "I'm from Lindol, not Mithar.  Be that as it many, you good dwarves do have a point there as mithrel-silver is worth a crate of Lindol's best wine."
   "So.  What 'tribute' is there in the bag - Explorer?"
   "Clothes and writing supplies.  I tell you what, how about I do a map of Jebul?"
   "You have to do better than that.  I believe the King under the mountain knows every corner and chamber of his own kingdom."
   "I tell you what, Lumen, how about you go into the woods.  If you live to tell the tale, maybe we will take you before Kwandol himself, otherwise piss off boy!"
   "No manners at all, Molin."
   "Bamon you took the words right out of my mouth; seriously, right out of my mouth."
   The stranger stood there in silence for a moment, then got a bag and his pack.  Seeing no hope of diswaying them he turned to the left and headed into the forest of Kinderval, even as night was beginning to fall.


   Three days later the two dwarven guards, Molin and Bamon saw a figure coming up the trail fro the docks of the Dim-bar.  It was the map maker Lumen carrying a bag in both arms, and his pack on his back.   "Who goes there," they called?
   Approaching them he answered, "A man, a gift and a story fit for a king."
   They both looked into his bag then in unison, "Indeed!"  Without delay they made their way and in time came before the king under the mountain upon his marbled throne.

   With stern glare Kwandol barked, "Who might you be, a wayward thief come to spy out the treasures of my realm?"
   "Quiet the contry my good king.  I am Lumen, a traveler from Lindol who desires to re-map the world, and the vastness of you realm if you are so pleased.  But first, a gift for the likes of a grand kind as yourself."  With that Lumen gave over the moving bag to the guard Molin, who bowingly offered it at the king's feet.
   Before Kwandol could call for it to be handed to him or opened by another his harsh countenance soften as he laughed, "THROMBAL!"  Which in the dwarven tongue means 'Little Destroyer!'  A lion cub began playing at the king's boots.
   Lumen informed him, "It was the runt of the little sire."  Looking at the guards he continued, "I - I came upon him in my travels near the forest of Kinderval.  He was in search of his mother, who I found dead earlier.  She was surely the yet unclaimed work of the Hora-medion tribesman.  But I gathered up this 'little-destroyer' before any more adventures had a chance to go astray."
   "King Kwandol said, "A most prized gift indeed!  The Hora-medion are not to be intruded upon.  Such an escape and wondrous tale deserves an equally prized reward, Lumen of --?"
   "Of Lindol, your kingship."
   "Of Lindol.  You may have free run of my realm to map its most secret of chambers, but know this, in doing so your map will become a king's treasure as well.  For in crafting it will take the likeness of a man a lifetime to explore."
   "An honored -- captive, mi lord?"
   "Personal -- friend -- of the king, an forever our guest.  Bamon, provide chambers equal to my own, and Sojuth devise a necklace and paper to reflect my orders.  Let the whole realm of Mount Jebul so recognize a world traveler is in our midst and welcome the king's beloved pet -- THROMBAL!"
   The chamber roared with the king's laughter as the queen smiled beside her husband, enjoying the sight of his happiness.


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