Thursday, January 01, 2015

Exile's End: Day 1

Word Count: 6,008

Summary of Events:
Chapter 1:
Æliyäu was wakened in the middle of the night by a strange voice calling his name, but belonged to no one, and ended up going back to bed. Thårijn headed to work in the forges of Møkbæsted, upset by the hopelessness of his people and ended up over flattening the sword he was working on, requiring it to be layered — which strengthens the metal — which was something they weren't in the habit of doing — to deliberately give their captors lesser-quality weapons than they could make — and got in an argument with his half-brother Øbenn and was confronted by Förstenräl soldiers, eventually sending Øbenn to be flogged even though he hadn't really done anything wrong. Æliyäu then dreamt that the voice came to him again and told him he had a task to do, which he pledged to do, and to not fail — lest his descendants be cursed because of it — he then awoke curious as to what his task would be.
Chapter 2:
Æliyäu then dreamt that he saw the ruins of Sönniväbæsted and began to wonder if the time had come for the Iøsenräl's exile to end and they would finally return to their homeland. Thårijn went to visit his mother and bemoaned how he felt his life was much more unfair than anyone else's. Helännä tried to console Thårijn, but he would take no consolation and also continued to feel guilt in regards to what had happened to Øbenn. Æliyäu, having acquired the original copy of Gråvenwød — copied from the floor of Ædinthenråd — began to read it, seeking information as to whether the time actually was in full.

Excerpt of the Day:
"To the south, closest to the river's course as it turned southeastwards, was the largest pile of rubble, rubble that was distinct because of its differing colour — being not the dark colour of the other rubble which had likely been hewn out of the mountain stone he himself stood on — white.
The white rubble formed an immense circle, Æliyäu knew the diameter was a substantial distance, it was almost greater in diameter than the width of the palace rubble. Unlike all of the other ruins, the walls were not randomly collapsed. They seemed — as impossible as it was — to be neatly collapsed, all of the rubble collected either to the centre of the circle, or to the outside, gathered close against the base of walls that encircled the floor, which had surely once been taller.
As the sun rose, Æliyäu could make out that there was odd markings on the floor of the white building and suddenly it occurred to him: he knew this place. He had never seen this place before, but its description had been handed down from generation to generation.
Five hundred and fifty two feet in radius — one thousand one hundred and four feet in diameter — the now-sundered walls had once been two hundred and forty four feet in height. The most immense and imposing structure that Æliyäu could've ever imagined to be made by man. Only mountains were of such immensity or greater. The white ruins were the remains of Ædinthenråd, the great temple built by  Ædinthen VIII, the structure which had caused the ages of woe Æliyäu and his fellow people were currently suffering under.
Ædinthenråd had been built at the height of the peace and prosperity of his people — the most skilled metalworkers in the known world — it had been built to showcase the glory of the iron kingdom, Kænjiøs, and had become a place where Kæ Ædinthen VIII had been worshipped — for what Æliyäu, and most everyone else for that matter, knew not — until that night, that darkest night, the night that was the beginning of the dark, night-like times which Kænjiøs has entered into, and been sundered, dark times in which the Iøsenräl — now a nation without a kingdom, or a king — still dwelt.
That night the earth had shaken with the tremors of what was now called Nättenbägen, the earthquake which had ushered in the night that had yet to leave. When the citizens of this place, these ruins — then known as Sönniväbæsted — had awoken the next morning, they discovered the white ruins Æliyäu was now beholding, and they'd seen in clarity what now looked to have faded with the passing of an age: the words of Gråvenwød, the announcement of their punishment, engraved in Ædinthenråd's floor by the hand of Göd Himself."

Øbenn: ur-ben
Kæ: kay

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