The Rise of Zenophon

"Hear me!

I am Aeschines the Damned, Orator of Eldregate. Last Historian of Zenophon, Emperor of Ermor. Years were but grains of sand during the days of our glory and our fall. Deep into the forbidden rites did we delve and with it came the price of power that we now bear. But that is ... another story. Tonight I speak of the Rise of Zenophon.

Legions buried beneath the sea of life were forgotten in the world and time with it, forgotten the glory of Ermor. So it was the Zenophon, Lord of Navigaton, Prince of Many Names, King of Kings, Lord of Fear and Trembling sat brooding deep in the bowels of the Underworld. The dead play no less the games political than the living and so it was that opportunity came and sat before Zenophon.

Power. Power as such as could not be imagined rested in the world. Within the world living there were places, places where such power was focused, gathered like dew upon leaves for any to take who could but see. Power perverse that would allow the ascension past these games played by the dead to claim his true heritage and dominion over the dead. Insects they would become and his hand would wrap the world!

Thus it was that Zenophon stepped free of the bounds of the Underworld and followed the scent of power. There, amid the sands of the great desert the power lurked. An eye turned to those who walked upon it for one who would claim it. So it was that Zenophon came and took residence in this land, a citadel rising as a black talon. And I, Aeschines followed. There within the black citadel my emperor Zenophon stretched forth his hand and the dead remembered. They remembered the glory of Ermor and the promises of the past. They came to his call marching to the citadel, servants to the will of the Emperor.

But! Emperor Zenophon was not alone amid these lands, for power as I said is perverse. Chaos follows it like a child lost and wraps it tightly. But we all know it's hunger reaches through everything and so it was not alone that my Lord saw this power or the greed to take it."

The voice lowered and only the sound of echoes remained. The audience waited as Aeschines gave pause to his tale.


Editor's Note: There is no Editor, so these will be extremely rough drafts. If you don't like crude writing, it would be best not to view anything written by me.

[ January 18, 2004, 09:08: Message edited by: Zen ]