Life is oft boring; this, however, is not. Earthshaker Chaos at the strike of his heel Behold the great God of the Sea commander of tempests and master of elements Pacing the floor of the Galleon trenches awaiting Alcyoneus And As the rainfall trembled on frosted leaves In accordance with premonition, he was beckoned, and confronted by a bastard of soil A mass of filth, rock, and rotting bone Protruded from the earth, and called out violently Show yourself, Poseidon! Come forth from your hole and bear witness to true divinity! The thralldom of this terrestrial shell is my own, Great Pretender. Seek vindication, and find demise. Alas, can you stop the charge of a mountain? Will you taunt the Ocean, and live to speak its tale of majesty? All the children of Gaia at my command will cry Earthshaker, Earthshaker! The quake of my footsteps will stagger the ground. With fists rivaling the burden of Atlas The giant took hold of Poseidon But with a bellow composed of a million storms He cast open a maelstrom and plunged with his victim, collapsing the sea Words spew from the beast And a nova of fire explodes from the earth, engulfing the colliseum Poseidon wailed in pain as he blistered and boiled but with one final lunge He pierced the heart of nether now undone He ripped his spear from the chest of the titan Great pretender! You sought revenge, and found demise. Alas, could you stop the charge of a mountain? Did you taunt the Ocean, and live to speak its tale of majesty? All your children at the mercy of my trident at last will cry Earthshaker, Earthshaker! I summon a kraken to shatter the sky... Arise, nightmare of the sea, for in the wake of the Gigantomachy, we will seize the throne of Olympus and subjugate the very essence of the vale! As the rain falls from the clouds, the councils provoked by the harbinger of treachery The spawn of Cronos defect to the plight of the Hydromancer And perched upon his monstrous steed, the canyons of ice marked his path To sanctify the cosmic order and forge the Helodric Falls The cosmic order is dead. Olympus.. is dead. Save for the littering of rain that puddled around them, the vale was bereft of movement. The vale was bereft of life. Girded with an army of titans, Poseidon sought to forge the Great falls of Holodra upon the ashes of his fallen brethren. His kingdom would forever spill from the sky in mockery of the gods that drowned at his feet.
Posted on: Wed, 22 Jan 2014 05:25:14 +0000
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