The Lihmoirils (The complete series)

The Lihmoirils
(Journey into the Third Era))Part I))

(21,000 BC to 17000 BC—the Third Era)


King Roneaf of the Lihmoirils


Advance: After a time, Nirut became like many heroes, ordained to be put on the shelves in books and scrolls. The third era had come, a great concourse gathered about on the planet Lihmoir, hidden in the dark channels of the Black Galaxy. Yet it glimmered overhead, if one was looking toward it with a powerful telescope, one would have seen it. The times had changed in the Black Galaxy; Rue had driven away war, and its vapors of death, and rolled back the curses of the demon. It was a time, a thousand years to be, of freedom from temptation of the shadows, shapes, imps and ghosts of other world; a time the lifeless were and would be, forbidden to this planet this one and only planet deep within the whirlwind, vortex of the Black Galaxy, and those who would resist would be cast into an Iron core.
What Rue had done was this: he had talked to the Almighty, and with a stroke of his hands implanted all the demonic forces in the Black Galaxy, and in particular on planet Lihmoir, into an Iron-plated, nickel core, glob of rock and metal, more like incased into a meteorite, weighing about one hundred and fifty pounds of demonic residue.
Then Rue buried it deep into the soil of Planet Lihmoir, and told the inhabitants of the planet, “Should you find this destructive and cursed encasement leave it as is, do not try to break it open, or crack it, lest you release a horde of demonic creatures. For they are dead in the dark at present, lifeless; you may hear voices, but do not worry, they are circling within these encasement; demonic echoes.”


From the Journals of Roklem (Scribe and Poet of the Kingdom of Lihmoir, territory of Totemic (Totemic: known as the great city enclosure) :

“The king spoke before the counsel, saying ‘ Land of the Trees of Namear, the once dark land where little grew, has passed away, and now here lives light and happiness, for Rue has bound the demonic forces of the galaxy for a thousand years.’
“And all listened intensively, for it had taken place but a year prior to this lecture, in front of most of the inhabitants of the planet, for two thirds lived in the great city of Totemic, and the planet consisted of five-hundred thousand people. Our planet is perhaps the size of Earth’s moon.

“Forethoughts were in his mind though, yes indeed, only a year of peace and quiet from the outside demonic world, and 999-years to go, and King Roneaf was already thinking about how to capture that Iron Core, as he called it, so he could control the demons to have them help him, conquer the Galaxy, as the Blue King and Nirut did in their days, some 1500-years prior.
“A seer by the name of Odlon, Odlon, seer of the Dark Tree Forest of Namear, Namear being the name of the once dark forest to the east of the kingdom, gave advice to all whom would listen, ‘The worse of death is the loss of hope, and this planet is the last outpost of hope for the galaxy, it is to Rue, a testing ground for greed and free will, for other planets.’
“Even for those whom are well liked by Rue, such as was Nirut, and now King Roneaf, there is work that needs to be accomplished, once then, Rue will often times appear, or help, as he did with the Cobbler, so many years ago, and the ‘Think Tank’. But during the second year of this new found period, Roneaf, forgot Rue for the most part. The bliss of finding this power, decayed into a meteor was more important, or so it seemed, to where he gave little time to his wife, Ewwam. She had told him, ‘The hurts of the people have been healed, and why look for malice in the Iron Core, where Marduk is encased; it will only be confounded, once you find it and if you crack the cast.’
“But as you may know, a man in love, or a man intoxicated, or a man in lust, or a man with a compulsion, cannot stop himself, help himself, by a simple grunt and plea from his wife, no, pain must accompany it.
‘No, I wilt no grant what she would ask!’ he told his many counsel members, and asked them to back him on this future search into the Dark Tree Forest of Namear.
“Then Ewwam spoke to the counsel, as wives can do on Lihmoir, and said,
‘Hearest thou my friends and leaders, hearest my words (silence)—speak yea or nay! If you deny Rue’s gift, and find this Iron Core, and crack it, what will stop the demon from darkening the light for the Lihmoirils? For did not the darkness fade because of Rue?’

“Said Rodlon, the High Priest and Adviser to the king, and layman seer, in front of the ten member counsel house: ‘We should not be so quick, we know’st not much of this Iron Core, only what legend says, and what King Roneaf heard from Rue, and the words of a cautious Queen. Let us have peace a while longer before we stick bitterness between us and conquest beyond us, for I am old, and indeed my heart needs rest.’
“The king was of course not happy with either his wife or Rodlon. But the king said in his heart: if I must break the rules of the counsel, I shall (for he needed the majority to agree with him), and it was a tie, a knot. Not the first in his life perhaps, but a tight one.
“Now there was silence in the counsel chamber, and the king brooded in the light of the assembly room, he was beset by the tie, looked upon his wife as the enemy, and Rodlon, said, ‘Are we safe with a king that may be possessed with this act of finding and revealing the thieves of the Galaxy?’
“The king knew Rodlon had read his heart, if not his mind, and then the king cried out, ‘Thou hast spoken, and I will adhere to it; this thing, Rodlon says I will do, I will not do without permission. But if you constrain me, then shall I pick my army to subdue you, and your kindred.’
“All knew it was best left alone. Then I, Rodlon rose, lifted up my hands and proclaimed the counsel was now behind the king. But to me, it was by name only, for I read his heart. I had seen in vision a reign of doom, should this Iron Core be cracked.”



Cracking of the Core


(Author Narrates) When King Roneaf had found the Iron Core, his wife, Ewwam grieved for the anguish that would befall them, for she had talked to the great seer of the Dark Tree Forest, and Odlon, whom saw and wept for this moment even before her, and now she feared that the darkness that was now falling, swallowing up the light of the forest, and shadows and shapes taking its place, peace would soon be gone forever. She fully understood, but the king perceived he still could talk to Marduk and his kind the other henchmen of hell, and make a deal for power with them, but they all passed him away, as hawks flying in the night to find their prey, not one gave good tidings to their savior. And one, Tye, the lustful one, grabbed Ewwam by the shoulders, dug deep into her skin, likened to eagle claws, and swept her through the forest, slapping her along the way with strung-out branches, and she screamed, and the king stood there in shock, could not do a thing. To deal with the devil, one needs thick armor, and he had forgotten his, it was Rue.
There was no escaping them; there were thousands in pursuit of the kingdom now, over the forest they whizzed like hornets. Then Marduk came grinding his teeth to Roneaf, and he stood in mid-air, said, ‘You will never see your wife again you know, Tyr does not share, and he eats them after he has his fun, or simple has them bear his children, one after another, until he gets tired of them.’
‘What wouldst thou have more?’ said the king.
‘I can take what you offer, and more, why would I ask…go feed thy belly, I did not vow to give you a thing, I am your Lord now, you have freed me to be so, knowing or not knowing, if you defy me, Tyr will have his fun with you also.’

And so it was, in those far off days where peace lasted less than two years. And the king clenched his hands in pain, a dagger in it, and he would not open them, ‘Nay’ he said, and rose from his throne, and stuck the dagger into his heart, and awoke no more. Odlon the seer burnt the king, and threw his ashes to the east winds out to sea, and they landed in deep and forgotten places, among the rocks and waters of Tnailognu, the great sea of Lihmoir.


Devil Ghosts

And Rodlon, the High Priest and Adviser to the previous king, and seer of sorts being free (after a year of incarceration) gathered again all his belongings which was not a vast amount and hid in the mountains from what was known now as the devil ghosts, that grew and multiplied on the surface of the planet, by cohabitating with the females, and Marduk, the Tiamat, Tyr (Ewwam gave birth to a hybrid, Tyr’s child), and Agaliarept, the Henchman of Hell, was present and became kings of the world.

And Marduk created a great crown out of iron and nickel out of the Iron Core, the meteorite, and wore it wherever he went.
Seldom indeed did Rodlon leave his cave in the mountains (he wrote his journals), nor did he create a weapon to save himself. For now, more than in the days of King Roneaf, Rodlon was at peace; humbled peace if anything. His hatred devoured him though for the domination of his world by the insidious devil ghosts. Nonetheless, the terror remained, the mighty demons sank deep into the soil of the planet, and darkness and fear lived on.




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Index of Characters and Places

Agaliarept, the Henchman
King Roneaf: of Lihmoir
(Who seeks he Iron Core)) The Great Enclosure of Totemic))
Land of the Trees of Namear
Lord Rue of the Black Galaxy
The Cobbler of the Think Tank
Roklem, the story teller (Poet)
Rodlon, the High Priest and Adviser
Ewwam, wife to the King
Odlon, seer of the Dark Tree forest of Namear
Tyr, a demonic being, insane and lustful
Marduk, the Dark Lord of Hell, third in Command
Tnailognu, the Great sea of Lihmoir


Outline written, 7-17-2007, revised and rewritten, 7-19-2007



The Devil Ghosts of Lihmoirils
(And the Lion Boy)

(Journey into the Third Era)) Part II))

(20,985 15 BC to 17000 BC—the Third Era)



Advance: After a time, fifteen years to be exact, Marduk and his horde of henchman, ruled most all of the planet of Lihmoir, except for the hills and mountains beyond the Dark Forest of Namear, the hills known as Chaeronsierra, where ¨Rodlon, the once High Priest and Adviser to King Roneaf was hiding out in a cave. Amongst the caves were tribes of nomads, wonderers from one area of the mountains to the next. The mountains covered some six-hundred miles long, and two hundred miles wide.
Ewwam had given birth to a boy, his name was Illiria. Agaliarept, the Henchman from hell, number three in the hierarchy, was now the unpredictable politician of the great and large city of Totemic, other wise known as the great enclosure.
Illiria, was a hybrid, two thirds superhuman, and gave his allegiance to his father, Tyr, always seeking power from Marduk although, as his father was more of a playboy, and gave his allegiance to whatever lust befell him at the moment. He was a prepossessed maniac.
The boy Illiria, was know as the Lion Boy, for his heart for battle was strong, and at fifteen years old, he was six feet tall, broad and strong as five Tor-rats. He hunted with Marduk, played politician with Agaliarept, and watched his father produce several more offspring’s, all girls. Tyr, he never took a wife to be a wife, most of his daughters, six out of the seven were retarded, and were too ugly, and large to be betrothed to any Lihmoirils, thus, other demonic beings took them to cohabitate with.
And now I should leave you with the Journals of Rodlon.


(The words from the Journals of Rodlon, 20,985 BC): “Roklem, was still alive in those days, the poet, scribe, yet he did not write much on what took place, although he did talk to me much on what took place at the palace, and with Tyr’s son, Illiria, and so I shall mix my journal notes with his and with a little diplomacy, I shall try to bring out a clear and obvious picture of what took place, and put rumors aside, as often they do creep in. History is vague at best, and I do trust Roklem, for he outlived many of his coworkers, because of his imbecility.
“Marduk owed his accession to being king because of his fighting demon, his so called assembly, of which there were 200-left, out of thousands. The others had left in fear Rue would come back and banish them again. Thus, he was not officially decreed by the inhabitants you see as king, just by the two-hundred. Actually, the Tiamat was passed over, and from what I had heard, she was his arch-rival to be, and she was in the past, what I saw in the future I mean I had insight from Odlon the Seer, yes, he is still alive and trekking the mountains with the lost tribes of the Chaeronsierras (the great mountain barriers of Lihmoir).
“But it was Illiria who made the big difference on Lihmoir (or would in future time) after the demonic forces were set free by King Roneaf. The boy lion was intellectually outstanding, and flexible and swift in his adjustments. Emotionally he was—so it seemed—was seemingly looked upon as in another time zone. He didn’t mind physical hardships, or pain or danger, under extreme psychological stress he would break rather than bend. In that sense he was not his father’s son by far, rather his mother’s.

“In the First Great War of the Chaeronsierras, the first phase I should say of the war, the Tiamat and Agaliarept had taken an advanced force of Lihmoirils soldiers, and demonic military across the mountains, to wipe out the nomadic tribes. Sesra, known as the chief-maker (for he was the main chief of the nomadic tribes, and had decreed several others to be under him, not quite equal, for he had the biggest of the tribes numbering one hundred and fifty followers.)
“He gave the demonic forces a lot of resistance, and both his tribes and the demonic forces were disorganized, and his in particular weak, for the mountains were a hardship on the troops, it was cold, and food scarce, and men became lean.

“Illiria, had taken a small command in this expedition, his father was happy to see him gone, he was if anything a nuisance for him. It did seem, the hatred of his sisters followed behind him, and their husbands, but he paid little attention to them, for it was of more concern to Illiria, how he was seen by his commanders than by his sick family, all except for his mother whom was held in the kingdom (captive), and still held her beauty, and the deep claw marks Tyr had put into her shoulders 16-years prior.
It was funny, but very true Illiria was more trusted in battle than Tyr by all in the coming battles of the mountain war. Thus, when left behind, it didn’t bother anyone.

The God’s

“It was after this phase of the war, Marduk, had a festival of games in honor of his command and trusted soldiers, Himself, the Tiamat, Agaliarept, Semyas (the astrometry demon) and wanted Illiria to be present for the Lihmoirils trust him, over them. Then at the festival, he brought out wooden images of themselves, the images were paraded all around the stage and had lifelike colorings to them, sculptures also of marble were brought out of the four demon, and they gave them out to the onlookers, and then Marduk, ensured the public should they keep these images in their homes, and pray to them, they would be safe, for they were gods. Illiria was proclaimed a living god too, as the demonic forces were proclaimed a supernatural god. Illiria wanted to refute such heresy, but for the moment should he, it would be seen as tyranny, and he’d be ostracized from the kingdom, and not be able to do no one any good.
“There followed a ceremony on stage somewhat of a show, and the demonic forces flew here and there as if they had wings, and some did produce them upon flight, growing right out of their shoulders like magic. To the Lihmoirils it did not seem suspicious; it seemed correct and real, as if they were demigods.”



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Index of Characters and Places

Semyas, the Astrometry Demon
Sesra, the Chief Maker (nomadic tribe leader)
Illiria, son to Ewwam and Tyr the Demon
The Great Mountains: Chaeronsierra
Agaliarept, the Henchman
King Roneaf: of Lihmoir
(Who seeks he Iron Core)) The Great Enclosure of Totemic))
Land of the Trees of Namear
Lord Rue of the Black Galaxy
The Cobbler of the Think Tank
Roklem, the story teller (Poet)
Rodlon, the High Priest and Adviser
Ewwam, wife to the King
Odlon, seer of the Dark Tree forest of Namear
Tyr, a demonic being, insane and lustful
Marduk, the Dark Lord of Hell, third in Command
Tnailognu, the Great sea of Lihmoir


Outline written, 7-17-2007, revised and rewritten, 7-19-2007




The Lihmoirils: Feast of Doom
(Journey into the Third Era)

(20,984 BC—Part Three)



Agaliarept was the master of words and had good insight into the changes in a person’s behavior (as if he was a psychologist), as was his job in hell to lead a legend of demonic military, and during his time as High Priest of Atlantis he needed to be alert to the minds of the day (in future time, yet to be). He had no hair on his tongue, that is to say, he said whatever he wanted to say, whenever he wanted to say it, he had power in his words, doom in his heart, and banishment in his brain for those he did not like, and he did not like the Poet Roklem, yet Marduk did. It would seem the poet brought too many questions to meeting tables, talked to too many people, was creating rebellion and unrest.
Agaliarept’s words were tense and full of anger and pride, even the Lihmoirils (whom were his backup) where becoming apprehensive of him, yet they liked Agaliarept for he allowed leniency for rape, murder and all capital crimes, and yet he punished as one of the four punishers, or judges of the great city of Totemic, harshly those who talked or gave resistance, rebellion, or anti demonic terminology: these were next to capital crimes, and could get a person onto the free labor force of Totemic for five years to life, if not need he faced death, no one in this society was going to feed freely an inmate, it was to them insane to thing tax money would be provided to such violators of the law. And he was looking for an opening to sentence the Poet of the city in such a way.
But again I say, Marduk liked him, and I would guess because he wrote sonnets of him, odes to him, Lyrics about him.

But a change did take place, and I shall be sad to say what I must say, but I will nonetheless say it, his family was raped, I mean his wife, and his father and his children killed. But here he was left alone looking at this disaster in his home within the city limits. No one was captured for this atrocity, nor punished for it. Marduk did not stick up for Roklem the Poet, lest he look bad in front of his comrades, plus, one should know, the psychotic ness of a demon, is exactly what it means, he has no real feelings for the human race other than to use them, they lie compulsively, and are offended easily, as a manic might be. So this meant very little to him, other than trying to get a new ode out of him.
But his cries were heard throughout the city, “Why of people of Lihmoir, why should we not fight these demonic beasts that have no truth inside of them. They do not serve humankind, we are their foe.”
This oratory was heard all over the city, and it was exactly what the henchman was waiting for, and he knew he would not have long to live, if not killed incarcerated. So he escaped at night, and found Rodlon in his cave in the high mountains of the Chaeronsierras. In a way I suppose this dramatic scene made him valiant, but why must such a tragedy wake one up, such a price to pay.
Said the poet to his long time friend, Rodlon, “Vengeance calls me hence, but even if it did not I could not stay longer in a place that lives solely on pretence, and self-interest.”

Sitting now in Rodlon’s cave, over a glass of honeywine, the poet Roklem added,
“Here once was light, not Rue begrudges us it because of one man’s dirty heart. Thankless the king of old was, but do we not deserve a second chance, is not Rue unfair to us?”
And it was that Rue heard the plea, it echoed past his celestial abode, and he descended into Rodlon’s grotto in the high sierras.
Said Rue, with a vibrating voice, as if he was underwater, and only an outline of him could be seen a mist of white due, a large being with a white robe, and tunic: “For shall be the end, the people shall select the king and long and hard shall be the road, the demon will have his voice but not his power, and all shall be equal in strength, but bring your swords should you tell an untruth just once to me poet or king for whomever rules this land, then shall I will let this binding, this knot, unravel for it will be your fault you have broken this covenant with me!”


Now Roklem was known as the Poet-king, and had told Marduk—now simply a General—“I will be gone for a short while, I need to find Rodlon, whom is migrating across the mountains to the other side for winter is coming here, and spring is rising there, and I need to talk to his seer, Odlon to see what is in store for next year, I wish to be prepared.” He was obligated to inform his generals, and he did not want a rebellion with the demonic forces to fire them, thus for the meantime he left them in positions he could control (for he was much preoccupied with not telling an untruth or being caught up in one).

Agaliarept, overheard the conversation, said to Roklem the Poet-king, (with Marduk present), “We are having a banquet in your honor, on the first day of summer, during the Summer Feast,” which was 78-days away, “will you be present?”
The king said automatically, without thinking, “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” (That had sealed his fate.)


The Feast of Doom

When the poet-king left, Agaliarept laughed, and spoke to Marduk, “So! Now all we have to do is make sure he does not return on the first day of the “Summer Feast—as I figured, his pride got in his way with the dedication—lest he be told by someone his kingdom demands he be present, and reminded of his pledge to be so.”
Said Marduk “Yea, in the end shall he follow me!”

And it was that the Poet-king did reach Rodlon half way to his destiny, and the snows were heavy on the mountains at this time, and along came a blizzard snowing everyone in the camp solidly in, and they could not reach the second contingent, where the Seer was, perhaps now on the other side of the mountains. So the king’s long arduous journey to find Rodlon although successful was half complete and the days passed with both Rodlon and the Poet-king talking and drinking and allowing the blizzard to wear itself out. Thirty-five days had passed. And he had thought briefly of his feast, but it did not dawn on him, he had an obligation to reach the kingdom on the very first day of summer.
Nonetheless, the Poet-king left the campsite on the 36th day, and headed on back to Totemic. It was a twenty-day journey. It was now the 56th -day he was gone, if all went well, he’d be back home on the 76th -day. But on his way back, the weather was not kind to him; he had to remain a day at another old campsite to allow the winds and cold to die down. They had lost several pack horses, and the food was 80% gone, and thus, the going was slow, and the rations almost used up.
He and his entourage arrived back to Totemic, on the 77th Day, only to find Marduk on his throne—then it dawn on the Poet-king, he had broken his word, and the powers of the demonic forces were now in full strength.


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Index of Characters and Places

Semyas, the Astrometry Demon
Sesra, the Chief Maker (nomadic tribe leader)
Illiria, son to Ewwam and Tyr the Demon
The Great Mountains: Chaeronsierra
Agaliarept, the Henchman
King Roneaf: of Lihmoir
(Who seeks he Iron Core)) The Great Enclosure of Totemic))
Land of the Trees of Namear
Lord Rue of the Black Galaxy
The Cobbler of the Think Tank
Roklem, the story teller (Poet)
Rodlon, the High Priest and Adviser
Ewwam, wife to the King
Odlon, seer of the Dark Tree forest of Namear
Tyr, a demonic being, insane and lustful
Marduk, the Dark Lord of Hell, third in Command
Tnailognu, the Great sea of Lihmoir


Outline written, 7-20-2007, revised and rewritten, 7-21-2007



The Lihmoirils:
Rebellion of the Little Lion

(Journey into the Third Era)

(20,983 BC—Part Four)



Illiria, the hybrid born of Tyr and King Roneaf’s wife, Ewwam, was now seventeen years old, some eight feet tall, and quite a sportsman, and military officer. He was well liked among his own kind, the hybrids from the 200-demonic creatures that were now cohabitating with the women of Lihmoir. Many of the demonic forces took for them wives from married Lihmoirils, and their daughters at will, and now there were more children than the original two-hundred.
Illiria had now taken sides with the Lihmoirils, and had visited Roklem the Poet, and Rodlon, the previous advisor to King Roneaf. He wanted to help, and in this meeting in Rodlon’s grotto (help free the planet of chaos from the two-hundred renegade demonic forces), Odlon the Seer was present. In addition, Illiria, had found six young comrades his age, or perhaps a year younger, who felt the way he did, that the planet would never survive as long as the evil forces outnumbered the good forces.
And what could he do and his giant comrades do to rid the evil forces of the planet once and for all, assuming Rue would not intervene, for he had twice before, and twice he was let down.
The name of the followers of Illiria was: Ralov, Thogrom, Omlu, Ronaef’el, Ramadle, and Ewlo.

The Great Summit of Chaeronsierra


It was the third day of the meeting, called, ‘The Great Summit of Chaeronsierra,’ and Odlon the Seer had made several swords out of a meteorite, it was so strong it would, with the might of a strong man, cut through an enemy’s sword. And thus, Odlon, sitting around a fire, with the other guests, cast a spell on the swords, and summoned the several members of the Think Tank, the collateral and cosmic body that had oversaw Toso, years prior, in particular the Cobbler, asking the Cobbler if he and his group would be the new vanguard of Lihmoir, and how could the forces of Illiria overpower their parents?
The Cobbler did appear at the third meeting, in the physical form, he was likened to his comrades (The General, Governor, Captain…etc.) under the command of Rue, yet Rue had given them the planet Toso to rule over (but that is of course history now).
This, said the Cobbler, “At your request I have come, Rue has given only me to you for advise, and I myself am not beyond the power of Marduk and his horde, perhaps equal at this moment to them, but surely not able to devour all two-hundred, as I’m sure you would like me to,” pointing to Illiria.
The Little Lion (Illiria) then showed his teeth saying, “Cannot you or the Seer, make my fangs poisonous and thus, when I bite the enemy, they will disappear?”
The Cobbler smiled, said not a word, as if it was a rhetorical question, but added,
“I have an idea, a psychological tactic, with substance.”
(During this meeting the Seer gave to each of Illiria’s forces a sword, to include Illiria. Then he cast a spell on the swords, and they glowed, as if they were of radiation, and he said, once you cast this sword deep into the guts of the enemy, they will be bound into the abyss of the same material they had once come out of through a crack made by the old king, King Roneaf.) And all who listened believed. And he named the spell, “The Spell of the Little Lion,” and the swords took the names of its owners and spoke as if they were living things.

And Rue planted into the minds of the two-hundred demonic beings, this obsession of death to those who would be cut deep by the swords. But only the Cobbler and Seer knew of this. And word had swept through the Kingdom—as often times bad news does—that a meeting had taken place in the grotto of Rodlon, and Marduk, the Tiamat and Agaliarept heard the echoes of the meeting, they called these echoes to their chamber, and listed to them for hours, read the hearts of those who spoke, and those who listened at the meeting, and those who believed this was so. And they could not discriminate a falseness of this (though it was psychosomatic). And the demon heard the swords talk, and knew it was of a higher power, and they wondered and worried.
Henceforward, the day of the battle arrived, and all seven young hybrids, stood solidly together at the gates of the city, in the uttermost darkness, the Little Lion, was in front of all six. The hearts of the 200 were sunk in despair, Marduk and the Tiamat, left, as did all the others except Semyas, who claimed, he did not go along with the group, therefore was not subject to its punishment of abandonment. And Illiria, gave him refuge, and allowed him to remain in his old position (astrometry demon).

And so closes a chapter on Lihmoir history, but let me add for your sake, Illiria became the youngest King on Lihmoir, as the Poet, stepped down, by his own free will, and did what he did best, write poetry and wrote his journal; the people elected a hero in his place, and were very proud of him. And it also must be said; King Illiria admired King Nirut, as perhaps the Alexander of the Black Galaxy; as we all must have heroes. And in time, Illiria would become liken to Augustus of Rome, and rule the planet for 44-years, and then … (well that’s another story).




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Index of Characters and Places

The names of the followers of Illiria were:
Ralov, Thogrom, Omlu, Ronaef’el,
Ramadle and Ewlo

Semyas, the Astrometry Demon
Sesra, the Chief Maker (nomadic tribe leader)
Illiria, son to Ewwam and Tyr the Demon
The Great Mountains: Chaeronsierra
Agaliarept, the Henchman
King Roneaf: of Lihmoir
(Who seeks he Iron Core)) The Great Enclosure of Totemic))
Land of the Trees of Namear
Lord Rue of the Black Galaxy
The Cobbler of the Think Tank
Roklem, the story teller (Poet)
Rodlon, the High Priest and Adviser
Ewwam, wife to the King
Odlon, seer of the Dark Tree forest of Namear
Tyr, a demonic being, insane and lustful
Marduk, the Dark Lord of Hell, third in Command
Tnailognu, the Great sea of Lihmoir


Outline written, 7-21-2007

The Marvel of King Nirut (22,494 BC)

The Marvel of King Nirut
(22,494 BC)

We have read of the Young King of Lihterb
and his scribes, their journals, some of war
and of pain, and some of joy and merriment,
and some of betrayal, guilt of past adventures,
of all those things, of all things that men sayith,
King Nirut, his ways were thought of heavy of
adventures in days where lords, ladies, and kings
marveled at such heroes and he became their legend,
the King of Kings, of the Black Galaxy…!


He loved his women and music, to him they
gave honor; he even learned to play the harp!

Nirut was a king in the vast cosmos (in the
Second Era): lording over everybody, a
powerful man, hard eyes, not large, as many;
his father was the Blue King, first conqueror.

He was like the gods of old, his enthusiast
often told; and at times he was full of love,
and genius —yet no man could tell his fairness,
and to him nature sang!


(Shamhat) She foretold her honor and fate
and broke her vision, and slept with the King
for rich robs, he had given, and was reveled
out of her wit, for the king kept two mistresses;
but she could not play the full game, of love
and shame, for the warrior king…!
(So she claimed, so she claimed, told her heart….)

Her spirit would be broken she vowed, and craved
(so she proclaimed and proclaimed, to all)
“I wish for a simple man, to love and kiss…!”
(This lady of elite status of Lihterb.)—She was just a
Damsel to Nirut, sex, no more…and thus, she
left the king’s bed, to return no more.


It was in short time she found a young warrior
Oefro—who took her to bed, and held her fine
and fast, as his mistress, and perhaps in time
to wed… (and their lovemaking became daily).

When King Nirut heard of these tidings, he
thought, “Was my love for her nothing?”—
hence, he came with a dozen warriors in the dark
of night, surround the bedchamber, with light:

(long did she lay with Oefro, Captain of the
Fifth Division) said the jealous king) “Thy body
that was so sweet and pure, is rusted like old
nails—alas! Thy face is pale, and my Captain,
tell me what this is…? Do thy best, for you both,
sadly…pitiful—you will soon be thy ghosts!”

“Nay, nay…” said the warrior—“as this woman
lay under me, she came to me one fair night!
and she spoke with me my king, and now you
come to slay me, I know a hundred damsels,
she is but one.”

The king laid his hand on the bed, and he put
a dagger before him, it was of shinny silver,
and bright with red gold, had precious stones
as bright as Shamhat’s eyes, and said to him
accordingly: “Look, tomorrow you and I will be
right, and then shall we go to war, as customary,
where thou be, is up to ye (and Oefro took the
dagger—and then the life of Shamlaf!... ),”


“Ah!” Said the king, leave me to my grief…
I will seek counsel with Yahoo—“and Oefro’s
hands reached out to the king, and his warriors
stopped him short.

“We must now weep, and release our sorrow,
for surely she wished she had not been born!”

And the king left the chamber, and Oefro left
his way—and Nirut said, “She was the fairest
of them all, but knew not a kings heart. And now
ye understands, and will live in my heart,
evermore.

Note: No: 1908, 7-17-2007

Nirut Fights the River of Cibara (22,495) In the Conquest of Planet Cibara

(22,493 BC)


Advance: the Brutes of Planet Moiromma (originally part of the: Cadaverous Planets), done in several episodes for the series (2005-2006). THE Cadaverous Planets were originally written in 2004, and added on to ever since. So for Nirut to go to conquer Moiromma, should not be unusual for the reader should she or he know the history of Moiromma, and the Cadaverous Planets, which now Nirut somewhat belongs to, and is somewhat independent of, since he is from the Black Galaxy, and Moiromma is really a neighbor to Earth’s solar system, and part of the Milky Way Galaxy.

The Brutes appear in about five episodes in the ‘Cadaverous Planets’, and is a conquering group of Moirommalits, perhaps similar to Hannibal in his day. They ruled Moiromma for a short period of time. And now Nirut has decided to conquer this planet, since he has done so to all those around Moiromma, or is doing so at the present, or about to do so.

They, the Brutes, have what is called victory fights (perhaps similar to cockfights), in the Brute Ville, close to the cave-dwelling on Moiromma, where the king lives. Kahg is presently king, and will be defending his title soon. But at present a battle is developing (a war of sorts), and Nirut is in the middle of this battle. It is a different kind of battle in that the land of Moiromma is an arctic like planet, except for summer, which is six to ten weeks lone, and it is now summer, a the present time. Yob will be trying to win the title of kingship, after the battle is over. But none of this should matter to the reader, for it is the one main battle here that counts, and the Brutes howl as they fight, howl when they die. The Moirommalits are a primitive people, race, large structured people, and when they die they have a hundred resurrections before they give up life completely. They end up usually on another planet, upon resurrection. And I think this is enough to entice you into the battle of the Trench, or armies that howl, that is now taking place on the planet Moiromma, by the Ville of Brutes. Their world has been invaded by Nirut, and there are about 20,000-inhabidents, and that is about the number of infantry Nirut has at his disposal, with his five-hundred ships, that now have landed on the planet.


Armies that Howl

Back through the sharp cold winds and across the trench they fled, the hordes of Moiromma, the Brutes, whom were cut down at the ville, hands, feet, and all—the rest, only after they reached the King’s dwellings, stood fast,
washed-out with fear, whipped in frantic flight.

This moment, Rue awoke on the heights of Adi,
beyond the valley of the Brutes, and dwellings,
King of the cosmic throne—; Nirut leaped to his feet,
as the Brutes’ army routed, rushing here and there.
Nirut attacking, and the god Rue, watched in lay,
and Marduk the demon, saw what Rue saw; struggling hard for breath, Nirut’s senses shocked, he panted,
blood pouring from his side… the man that pierced
him was among the strongest, Yob, contender for kingship
on Moiromma…perhaps in proxy, under Nirut.

At the sight of Yahoo King Kahg, of the Brutes ran,
(the strongest of men), and Rue filled with pity now.

Marduk, now shooting a dark glance down at Nirut,
burst out at him a howl (echo), “What a debacle you craft!” To uncontrollable Marduk—said, Rue, “What is your treachery—? “Halting his assault to be on Nirut’s army.

And a whirlwind from Rue spread like a whip, and
struck Marduk, on stroke, he fell to a knee—in mid-air.
And Rue slung a massive anvil with iron chains
at him, it lashed around both hands and feet…
(as below the armies of the Brutes, howled and howled
in defeat).

Kneeling there helpless, Nirut seized the moment, and
sent the Brutes plunging over one another to their deaths.
Headfirst many were hit on the head, and fell to the dirt.
Not even then did Rue lament for Marduk, or the Brutes,
the godless ones, as he called them, ‘Always plotting
miseries for your own kind, and fight for the crown of
Moiromma, save, besides those of men, as you torment
and embrace, lust and waylay, seduce the blind, and aged,
this is your reward.’ (So shuddered his voice in
thunder, so all could hear, protesting their ways.)

Note: No: 1909, 7-18-2007

The Great Boar Hunt (on Planet Lihterb)

(22,497 BC)

Once a year on planet Lihterb, there was a great boar hunt, of the elite and special guests attended. Nirut invited Yahoo and Captain Oefro to join him with them, along with several generals, governors and of course the rich and famous, there were at least a hundred guests.


The Morning

The darkness faded as daylight came up,
the time for the hunt was at hand—.
The cock that crowed, woke the king
at the appointed hour; the clouds were
low, but there was darkness above them!

He walked with a long stride, in the court.
His shield on his back, as if to fight, yet
it was a boar hunt, “Do not follow close,”
he threatened, “let me win the beast!”




The Hunt

But the king dashed forward—time after time, chasing the mad boar, that raced over the mounds, and across the slopes, bogs and meadows—descending into the Sacred Valley of Lihterb. And it bit his back, as it had leaped and attacked, the feet of his horse, and the better of his two hounds stood back, as the horse collapsed, the other ran off.

Admirably he took his bow (with a poisoned diamond tipped arrows), and shot the beast through and through. (The king’s bodyguards were wearied, those bold men who seemed to have lost him, over the, slopes, mounds and meadows. Had they known his danger, they may have had reason to approach sooner.

And then over the hill, they all came with the pack of hounds, of the number that came, he could not count.

The fangs of the great boar had pierced his skin; the wounds were deep and insidious.


Feast of the Beast

These were large and dark looking hounds, shaped like bear heads, ripe for the wild boar kill, the masters of the game; but this boar was different, he was as large as a small horse, with ten-inch fangs: cruel, deadly, an ugly looking thing.

The men urged the king to be taken on back, “The hunt was bold,” he said, “by both beast and hunter—!” (To kill a wild boar with an arrow was unusual, for it was often by sword or spear); for he had thrust his arrow into the neck of the beast, then as it dropped and rolled a tinge, into its heart, deep. And the king cut out the bowels, and gave it to the group to eat, with bread.

The entire group admired the King for his slaying of the boar, ugly and dangerous, as it was, it was his score.

The king made no complaints of his wounds, showed no pain, and all dined that evening, with song and wine, and the blessed-meat, of the beast.

7-18-2007 No: 1910

Lord of Retina (Fort History of Nirut-22,484 BC)

The Forth History of Nirut


Lord of Retina (22,484 BC)


Advance: the writing of the two page sketch of “The Lord of Retina,” was an add-on to the story, “The Soldiers of Nirut,” and to bring forth the complete Histories of Nirut. It tells about how Nirut came to Retina, prior to the battle and war on SSARG. We have now seen the war, and the three histories leading up to the war, but how did he come to Retina, and acquired it as a launching pad or stage for his warships? In this small sketch, written in the afternoon on Saturday, 7-14-2007, on the platform at Sophie’s house, you will now know, and find out how it all happened.
(The Story :) In those days before King Nirut went to Retina, the moon that obits SSARG´s, his legend preceded him, like his father’s; for his legend grew deep among the Lords and Kings within the planetary system of Lihterb, within the Black Galaxy. In the House of King Sorle’ el, (also known as the Angel King), whom was friends with the late Blue King, now dead, seemed to have acquired a hardened heart towards Nirut. He ruled the whole one site of the moon the eastern side, as the Great River of Retina divided two the kingdoms as well as a safe zone, being for anybody who cared to live in-between the two kingdoms, and one large expanding bridge, called The Long Bridge, that touched each side of each kings soil.
King Nirut sent a messenger (Yahoo) to ask King Sorle’el for his permission to use his soil for a launching area for an invasion, and occupation (war) he was planning in a year on SSARG. The Retina King was unresponsive to his messenger, and he was sent back by the old king to his planet Lihterb. Sorle the Lesser, as he was known, and prince of the eastern kingdom, was much in favor of allowing King Nirut to use their Kingdom for the invasion, knowing his friendship was valuable, and most likely, if they did not allow it, he would invade the Eastern Kingdom, and leave it in ruins, as he was known for. So there was more crickets in the pot, than one expected. By not answering Nirut on this matter, it only irritated him, for he knew he had welcomed the Great Siren, who conquered SSARG, long ago, and her mother Jokeleen, why not him? It was a disturbing question for him, an unanswered one. Thus, he sent back his messenger Yahoo, to get a nay or aye, but only to talk to the prince on this matter, and make a deal with him, one that would assure his kingdom would fall back to his hands once the war was over, without any incident. And should it be a nay, well, then he would need to prepare like SSARG would, for war. Over proud, perhaps he was, King Nirut, but he did at this time hold the title of Emperor of the Black Galaxy, mostly conquered by his father, but he was doing a good job of following up on where he left off, and deserved the title, that is, before given to anyone else. And so the word was sent, secretly, to Prince Sorle, to meet Yahoo, in the Tower of Kura, a great tower along the Great Retina River, a port, military compound of the King’s. There in the tower they would meet, if indeed the king would not change his mind in due time.
Faithful Marisol
After a year of silence, the King of Retina, forbade utterly the use of his planetoid for King Nirut’s, invasion plans, and said outright and publicly, he would punish anyone who helped the king, and destroy the spaceships as they landed, coming from Lihterb or Toso. Immediately after that statement, Yahoo was sent, secretly to visit the young prince, to give him an ultimatum. They met in the harbor city, called Annemor, in the Great Tower of Kura (in time this tower would be duplicated by the pre-Sumerians, from earth, around 16,000 BC, whom would built such a tower on the banks of what is now called the Black Sea, in the predawn of Atlantis, and be govern by its Capital city. Back then, it was more of valley of sand and duns, and so forth. But let me get on with Marisol, for she had a duty to perform for her husband, the prince. The prince was told five-hundred spacecraft would land shortly on Retina, and if his father hindered just one craft, Nirut would take command of the kingdom, and slay all in it, this was not to the prince’s liking, and so they made a pack, the prince and Yahoo, as he departed for the second time, and their counsel was hidden until it was time to implement the plan. Great was the anger for power in the Prince, and that his father would not listen to reason, for this desire for power, unbound and with sole dominion at his will, once Nirut left Retina, provoked him to devised a most hideous plan with Yahoo. He would use his wife to become his vessel and servant in this most dangerous matter; therefore he began in that time to prepare.
The day before the ships were to land on Retina, he commanded his wife to go see the king in his bedchambers, for he had lustful eyes on her for her for a long while, and had many a times flattered her sweet as honey with his tongue, had it not been for his son he would have taken her willing or unwillingly. She had gone into his room, dropped her gown on the floor, and used her feminist power and secrets, to subdue the king, and there was no offer of battle by him, he could not trust even the greatest of his servants, yet he felt he could trust her, and desire and bliss was in his heart, and she was crafty, well skilled it would seem, to gain what she would not by insolence, or force, she would by delicacy, and in the process kill the king, for the prince could not. And it should be pointed out; she did not become the wife of the prince by wealth uncounted, or worship, but rather by unrevealed favor, deceit and kindness, seeking to enchain this man long before he knew it. Thus she let the old man lay on her, and search for his bliss, she could not understand his old tongue, he was mumbling something in an old Retina dialect (‘You are faithful to your husband, I have seen this in prophecy, the old seer told me fifty years ago, you would come…’) and she took out a poisoned tooth from a snake, hid in a secret place amongst her body, and during lovemaking, she pricked him with it in the side, but it was lightly, and she was hesitant it did not go deep enough, but he fell to the side dead.
Sorle the Lesser, came in, proclaimed the king had died of a heart attack making love to one of his many mistresses, it was all—seemingly too simple, so Marisol felt. And the following day, the ships landed, and King Nirut was welcomed, with a grand array of gifts, and the elite of the kingdom. And now, King Sorle II, gave praise to his wife, yet she was fearful of this killing, and told the king so, that the tooth had only pricked the king’s skin. Ye they laid him to rest in a great tomb inside, and deep down into the earth, of a mausoleum of sorts, the coffin was of marble.
Death Awakes
In the following two days a change come over the land, and the hearts of the Retinaions, they loved King Nirut, he was a hero to many, but the new King, King Sorle II was controversial among his own kind. The ships came down one by one, and camps were made, tents put up, food supply lines created. The enemies of SSARG and the desert rebels on SSARG were calculated according to the risk factor. During these first days, Nirut tried to humble himself with the city folks, the castle staff, he preferred a smooth affair with the Retinaions if possible, another wise thing his father told him, ‘…prior to war, constrain yourself, keep your secrets thoughts, receive it gladly by others, use what you want, not what they want. Hold all as a hostage, even if they do not know it.’ Indeed, he learned much in a short period of time. It is he whose name is not now spoken, the King in the tomb, the mausoleum, this now concerns him, putting forward his name, I must add Marisol, for she up and disappeared one day. The Prince never found out why, but King Nirut did, and here is from the King’s own journal:
“I had asked my seer, where was Marisol? For we were all looking for her, and I went to find out, and she was where my seer said she would be, but first let me explain: “The old King of Retina woke up in his tomb, made of marble, some fifty feet deep under the soil of Retina, in a mausoleum of sold granite, in a marble coffin. He woke up in the dark no face of his people. In his castle, he was dismissed as being dead. But dead he was not. The poison paralyzed his body, slowed his heart beat, and this was his third day. He had been awake for a day, and his mind not all that fine prior to his death and burial, was now even worse, he was going insane. He had prepared himself though for this, as he had sought out his own sears fifty years prior to this, and with a forceful kick to the back of the tomb, it opened, for he had the tomb made twenty years prior, with this in mind. “None too soon was he on his feet, and crept back into the Kingdom, like a ghost, and the few guards that saw him, rubbed their eyes in dismay, and stepped back thinking he was just that, a ghost. And he crept into Queen Marisol’s bedchamber, and the old king picked up the queen, disguised her under some linen, and brought her back to the mausoleum, in the process he sedated her, lightly, so she was responsive, yet to frail to fight. What followed next was horrifying. He had had a second coffin made, out of wood, with nails a hundred of them extending through the wood, and out the other side. And he laid her down, and he with her, and dropped the wooden top over it. And with a pull of a cord, the roof caved in over the coffin, not enough to break through, for there was marble above it. And when Marisol awoke, in the wick darkness, the torment started. If she moved upwards, the nails were there. ‘Sacrifice,’ the old king said, laying next to her laughing, ‘We are the sacrifice for King Nirut.’ He lit a candle, it was but an inch long, but he wanted to look at her face, and death was on it. He remarked, ‘The plot was always set against both of us, I saw it long ago. The poison will not kill you, but these next few bitter days will, and you see my dear, power brings forth abhorrence, it is just the way it is. (And he blew out the candle.)”’

Marduk (and "The She-Ocean")

Marduk
(And ‘Omen the Seer’)






[22,497 BCl]

(In the Black Galaxy)



Prolog


Omen the Seer, keeper of the souls, having second sight, a man who could make dreams or visions out of what he called his ‘Blue Focus,’ could see through walls and beyond outer limits, the dead in hell, among other things. This is whom Marduk came too eventually, and they become friends, comrade in arms. He feared no one, and was promised anything he wanted from Marduk, except part of the treasure. And now he has asked for what he wants!

He was often called upon by the cave dwellers to heal their sick, and even the King of Toso, asked his advise, and in this case, Omen saw by dwelling in the river waters for hours, in deep concentration, the treasure and the people in the cave, and sought out each tribe until he came to those faces, then he knew below their feet, was Raven. He told Marduk of this finding, whom told the Prince, Prince Nirut, whom took it to his father, the Blue King, and was acknowledge as Archwarrior of the kingdom.

Queen Sia, has died and the Blue King has taken died, and Toso is under the command of King Nirut, the year is 22,497 BC (his father has been dead for three years). Marduk has a eye for the Archrulership of Toso, not just the Great Capitol City, and Omen the Seer will be his assistant in this matter, if indeed things work out to his liking, and they just could.


Part one
Glistening in Twilight


Then at the bidding of the young King, King Nirut, Marduk went to the shore between the Great River, and the Great City Sitnalta, where companions of Toso still remained, awaiting greetings by the king, and he and the King took a boat, and the two mariners were set therein, in the glistening of the twilight, and the demon drove them away into the middle of the river, forty miles wide, and a great wind came. But they did not fear the wind; they talked of the treasure he once helped him find with Omen the Seer. And they drifted to the uttermost rim of the other side of the river, and there it was that Marduk lifted up his hands to the clouds, “I want to be Archegoverner of Toso and rule in proxy for you.”
The Blue King had given the job to another, and King Nirut had allowed him to remain in power. But he owed the demon, and he knew Omen the Seer was now his bosom friend, without his remaining on the planet to watch over it, it would be simply a matter of time he’d dominate it.

Now fair and marvelous was the Archkingdom made, and it was filled with a towering waving flame the entire city could see, and for miles around.
Far he had journeyed in his ship to see this kingdom at night, and the starless sky, and the all saw this young king in the mornings and in the evenings while on this planet, all the women wishing he’d choose a wife. He was contemplating what Marduk had asked, yet he knew the legends of the Gifted Ones, would they allow him to turn it over to a demonic force. He knew you could not make deals with devils, yet he came to another pathless void, he loved the planet Toso in his own way, it remained him of his youth as a kid. He had learned the tongues of he animals, the people, and the cave dwellers. He had met Adra, when he was but thirteen years old on a journey for his father, to find the Raven. She was at that time, his age, now she was the pride of the city, she was the first Assistant Governess. If he allowed Marduk to take over, he would have to put restrictions on him, lest he violate her, and then he’d have to war with him, and he did not want that, he wanted to get his army ready to conquer planet SSARG, which would be off in the future some years.
Moreover he knew he did not have forever to do what he needed to do, for his kind died young, but conquered quick, his advisers had told him such philosophies of other kings and warriors, even his sear that saw the future told him Japer the Lesser Seer. So he would allow him to take command, prepare for battles to be, and beneath his purple banners march on Toso if need be to take it back, what could he lose, he thought. But there could be a problem, Zoo-Loo, ruled by proxy now, per orders of the Blue King, and himself. He was of a great age, but well loved by the people, he could estranged the proxy king from the Lords of the great kingdom, Sitnalta if need be, but when he told the old king his wishes he seemed to be content in his blissful realm away form the Great City, The Gardens of Nodiesop, hence he took his retirement.


Part Two
The New King by Proxy


And so it was proclaimed, Marduk was Archegoverner, and Adra Assistant Archegoverner, and Omen the Seer, Marduk’s adviser, subject to Nirut’s rule. Zoo-Loo retired, with Celina his wife, and Kink Nirut, with his body guard Yahoo went back to Lihterb, with their seer Japer the Lesser.
Marduk knew, as everyone knew the young king was reckless, but headstrong, and would not hesitate to his death to take back what he felt was being covertly taken from him. Therefore, he was secretive on all his moves.
His first orders was to kill Zoo-Loo and his wife, his second orders were to dig up the old City of the Raven, the one Nirut reburied for posterity’s sake. The third order was to keep Adra under house arrest. And now he felt he could do as he pleased, the city and the planet were under his heel. Few of neither the city’s Plantons (Secret Guards) nor the cave dwellers, were willing to go forth to war, forth remembered the slayings Marduk had done in the past, but when given the chance, Adra, hearkened to Gunwale to take command of the city before it sunk to the depths of disparity and discrepancy, the chief commander of the Plantons.
Yet they all remained quiet in the great city, none of them set foot into the throne room—Gunwale, when called for.


Part Three
The Hidden Days on Lihterb


Of Nirut’s return to Lihterb, and his preparations for war with SSARG, little is written or documented in any journals, or tales, for among them, went no scribes during these days, only of his account on SSARG, thereafter, and while on Toso. And who made the histories of those days in-between are still unknown. But some things are know and learned long afterwards from Yahoo’s memoirs in the Northern Castle of Lihterb. Yahoo called these, “The Hidden Days on Lihterb.” Only found after his death, and I shall read them now to you:

“I Yahoo, remember the host of hosts, King Nirut, when he took meeting with the king of the West of Lihterb. He had conquered him long before, but there was a new proxy king in those far off lands. And there was a Great Battle; it was called by the king, “The War of Irritation.”
Young King Fang took power of his kingdom while Nirut was gone to Toso, and was trying to contain it when he arrived back. It had become somewhat more powerful, than the Nirut could recount, and was talking about war. Nirut did not want to war with the king, he wanted to get ready for a war with SSARG, the planet his father could not take.
But it availed him not to try and avoid him, he became a nuisance. And so King Nirut took all his armies, which numbered at this time, 200,000, for his city and lands had now populated to One million. And he took his army to the boarders of the West Kingdom of Lihterb, where Fang’s army awaited. And I shall tell you this now in brief, for it was a quick war to say the least. Perhaps he had 50,000-soldiers, but less armed, and less skilled than Nirut’s.
The Lihterbeans soldiers, save a few that needed to guard the city, Nirut’s Army, hit the Western Army so hard the fled the first day and hid themselves in the grasslands, caves, places inaccessible you’d think for a man of their size cold fit, even under large roots of trees. These untrained legions of the Western province of Lihterb perished like old twigs falling off a tree, and caught in a fire.
And the few that survived this great victory did not remain to trouble the world any longer, for King Nirut killed them as the tried to escape his lance. The problem was it would take long years now to re-supply his army to get ready for SSARG.
He was learning what his father had had taught him: take charge or someone else would; trust no one, at the end; they always turn to self interest. Thus, he avenged in one day and his brother Niruh, was the commanding general in this battle, and Nirut was proud of his actions. The enemy was hung in the middle of the Great City of the North; King Fang was marched through the streets to his gallows.



Part Four
Marduk’s Future


The Great Mother Beast, the Tiamat



Marduk hearing of Nirut’s victory, and how his host had overthrown the command of King Fang, drew forward, instead of quailed, and publicly killed Adra, announcing it publicly, saying she was a trader and trying to have the Plantains take over his kingship. But he did not dare to tell the King Nirut himself, he let the news drift back by setting his foe free, The Marshal Commander of the Plantains, Gunwale, after disfiguring him, by cutting off his nose, and ears, and cutting open his armpits so he could no longer threw lances in war, or protect the king, he was in essence showing Nirut, his people were helpless, yet he feared the young king, but it was his nature he was fighting, he could leave it at a laisser-faire, but could he for long, and how long, and now his army was bare to the bones you could say, a good time to fight and provoke one, set the white shinning flame.

(What Marduk wanted was a kingdom, Omen the Seer, had told him future, time, perhaps fifteen thousand years, he would be involved with the Tiamat (the great mother creature from the sea) on planet Earth, that there was a battle in the air with those of a city called Yort, and a man called Sinned, and the Tiamat, who came to this great city after the fall of Atlantis. That his time was really now or never, because he would not rule Yort for long, a sudden ruinous was the onset of a dreadful look on hi face. He was set back in his throne, great cries moans were coming out of his mouth, lightening form his eyes, a tempest of fire from his mouth.)


And Omen the Seer, explained to Marduk who the Tiamat was, for she was a creature like him, and here is how he explained it:




The Tiamat and Marduk’s Paths
(Part of the Tiamat Tales)

(Previously called: The Fortress called Yort)




The Great City of Yort, 6800 BC to 6000 BC


“The Tiamat will escape the great winters of 9600 BC, when Atlantis will sink, and the creation of a new continuant will be born, called “The Frozen Lands of Poseidon” (present day Antarctica).
At this time, a great catastrophe will have taken place upon the continent of Europe, and Asia as well as—all the way down the Southern Atlantic (geographically Murdock knew the land masses), the underground, bottom of the sea, will open up and swallow much of what is land, turned it upside down, or so it will seem, cover what didn’t sink with mud. Legend will say, it was then called ‘The Land of Sorrows,’ of which much of the Atlantean elite, left the so called tips of the mountains of what was left of Atlantis and fled to Crete and Egypt, creating a new race and life, and a secret society within these societies, that would someday become worldwide.
At this time, many of the inhabitants will have fled to a land near the Black Sea, where now stands Troy, but before Troy, it was Yort. It is a land set aside, alone on a mountain top, sort of. It will be able to guard itself from the many nations that would in time envy her. A great enclosure her people will build, and man and beast will marvel at Yort’s great walls, the envy of the new world, other than Atlantis, or Sitnalta, its equal or superior. Gilgamesh will try to copy these same walls in his day (2700 BC), the demigod from Sumer. As in this time, you will try to conquer her, but will fall short of doing so. The Tiamat will be your nemesis, as you hers.

(Omen the Seer hesitates, watches King Marduk, as he nods to continue with the story of the future, and his reckoning on earth, although he will not get the full story of his demise.)

The Tiamat will withdraw from the islands in the Atlantic and during the eruption will cast into the frozen waters of what will be know as, the new land, Antarctica.
At this time, Yort, will be but a few months old, being built after the destruction of the old world order, which was by the leadership of Atlantis, thus, the first king of Yort was but a King for a very short period of time, called Hellsink (He was as wicket as he was sadistic but not as sadistic as you of course, my fair king, Marduk: he had courage alright, and people of Yort grew to dread him and his ways: he loved the hunting of the wild bear and humans, with hidden eyes. He was at one time an Atlantean with a tinge of Greek heritage in him, a simple soldier you could add, who now became a king. He would take at will, and call it his right, the brides to be in Yort, and if there was any resistance, he would kill the whole family of the bride, to include the groom, again I say, liken to you. (the Seer was not trying to be disrespectful to his King, he was simply trying to be upfront, and show what he saw, and make comparisons to the king, ones he knew he could understand.)
Sunrise, the king’s young wife, also of Atlantean stock, but with Egyptian blood who feared the king less than anyone, above all, loved her new found kingdom. In truth, she proved to be a better Queen, than the king. Straight she walked, and tall, for she had come from a royal house in the Port of Poseidonia, the land of Atlantis. And although the king would rule for less than two years, she would rule for one hundred and twenty-seven, and die at the ripe old age of 175-years old. But of course she is not your kind, and loved order.
And so this is the history of the beginnings of Yort, and the coming of the Tiamat, and the winter she would withdraw from the South lands, to find her new nest. And this is your future history that will never satisfy you, thus, you must make well now.”
Part Five
Beasts of the Abyss



Thus, and end was made of the power of Marduk in the North of Toso, and the evil realm he was building to nil; for out of the deep abyss a multitude of lotus-dragons appeared, with seven foot wing spans, and stingers at the ends of their tail that once stung paralyzed, and teen of the saber tooth tiger. They were set free, the abyss door opened, and they came forth, they wanted to help Marduk, for they were of his nature, but could not, they were beyond all hope and salvation, and never say the light of day for a million years, and they looked upon this planet with eyes full of confusion. The made a great noise, adversaries they were for the northern regions of this planet, and were rent asunder. They had made an oath to the Cobbler, the Gifted One, the overseer of the planet, the little god, the Archangel, that if he as to open the abyss, they would destroy the army of Marduk. They had no choice, they were reluctant, but self interest prevailed, and they sought the paths of sunshine in the valleys and hills and cities of Toso, and created upheaval, trotted down the enemy like rodents and picked them up one by one and then tore them to pieces, and stung them, there were 10,000 of these beasts.
Then Marduk summed Omen the Seer, asked him why he did not see this coming. And all he said was, “Prepare to face weariness and loathing, despair, for the enemy is beyond King Nirut, it is of Rue, the victorious host of heaven, even I cannot see his mind, or the mind of his God.
“What can I do?” asked Marduk in despair.
“Bidding you yield up your arms, and go before you are formerly possessed by the Beasts of the Abyss, for they have been instructed to bring you down to its depths for a merciless amount of time, into its blinding darkness, slay you day after day, assault you by ordrs of the heavens. Make your escape while you can, and avoid the judgment.”
Marduk’s heart was indeed sorrowful, and he said, “Will it be that I will never be forgiven and the Cobbler and Rue never forget what I have done to the peace here, and I will never be able to return?”
“Foolish devil,” said the seer, “Why would you want to come back when the beasts of the Abyss gave oath to bring you down to is depths, what dreadful doom do you seek, if you disobey me, you will go into the unholy realm!”

Sirgylam and the Cannibal Beasts

And there came ten beasts from the abyss came at him, like flying dragons, and they tried to grab him, and in the process he threw the seer at the one beast called, Shames, and in front of the other called Humbaba, the third Sirgylam, Noge, Roe, Azaz ‘el, Semyas, Dog-face were all surrounding both of them: all demonic beasts reshaped to the abyss’ needs and desires, everlastingly. These were worse creatures than the other beasts; they had a craving for flesh to eat. And the seer could not foretell his own fate, and just before he was clawed up by Sirgylam to his doom, like an eagle picking up a rat from off the surface, he told Marduk, “Who can tell what dreadful doom we shall come to, if we try to go beyond the rim of heaven, and mock the servants of God Almighty!” And he was eaten alive, at which time; Marduk became invisible, journeyed back to earth.

Afterwards: Perhaps both the Seer and Marduk, went beyond the circles of the planets, perhaps they forgot, the Watchers were watching, indeed Marduk forgot the abyss of the everlasting darkness, if anything, it was perhaps one of his wisest things to move on. It was a battle King Nirut did not have to fight, and when he heard about it, then all his lands were raised to praise the God of Heaven.

Nirut and the She-Ocean (and how the Nirut Series was written)

Nirut and the She-ocean





[6800 BC to 22,490 BC]

(In the On Earth and in the Black Galaxy)


Prolog

This is the 4th in the series of tales on “Nirut…” written out 7-12-2007.The original story, or better put, the She-Ocean’s first appearance on paper was in the Tiamat trilogy, she comes up only in a few chapters, in around the year 6800 BC, but her birth was long before that epoch, she dates back fifteen years before the date Nirut took her to earth, in 22,490 BC, in which she was fifteen years old. And the premise of this story, involves her roots, which have never been told until now.


Prelude: The Adversary, as he was called when thrown out of heave for his evil dealings, came to dwell on earth, among living men, he could take up his form to be as a man, and cohabitate with women, which he did; on the other hand, he could and did shape change, return to his immortal spirit form, at will. All who saw him on earth, or saw his kind, for there were others like him, were both glad for is evilness he taught, and fearful of his doom he presented. Nirut in time would look into his eyes, and read the doom there.


The Story

She walks only by night, so it is said, the She-Ocean, whom sleeps among the old ruins of Pergamun, in Asia Minor, the Adversary’s Throne. She is considered to be the mistress, the fairest of all of them, to the Adversary. From the hills of Yort, to the Black Sea, and beyond, she is renowned, all there who dwell know of her. Even the elite of hell’s domain have come to draw to here side for comfort. It wasn’t always that way though.
She is acquainted with grief and has a story like every one else to tell that has not been told yet, this one, in the annuals of the Tiamat, and King Nirut’s. She had at one time fallen in love with Sinned, a young warrior from Yort. And when he left, so great was her sorrow, not even the Adversary saw that deep into her soul. For five-hundred years she did limitations over him. It is fare to say, she no longer weeps over him. But I must bring you back to her time on Lihterb, for she was not from planet Earth, oh, no, not at all.

She had a second love, a childhood sweetheart you could say, and that is the premise of the story, somewhat, also to let you know King Nirut was familiar with Earth, but this will be the only story you will ever read of him coming to earth, and I shall tell you why soon.

Long before the days of Yort, and Pergamun as I said before, the young beauty lived on Lihterb she was born there, before she crossed the boarder of the Black Galaxy to enter Earth’s solar system, and the Milky Way. Her mother was one who brought sorrow to wisdom, and her father was no other than the famous seer, Japer the Seer, King Nirut’s adviser. Nirut grew fond of her, and her beauty, she was but fifteen years old when they met for a short term relaltionship.

(22,490 BC)

Ocean, was her name, the She part would come later, when she would become an entity for Earth’s orbit.
Her beauty was timeless, with golden hair, and bronze skin, thick lips, and a firm shapely body her voice sounded like echoes. She delighted in dancing and singing; she loved the lands of Lihterb and the legends of Toso, as they grew, especially those of the now dead king, the Blue King, and the growing fame of Nirut.


The Horns of the Host of Hell

She dwelt with her family in the acropolis of the Northern Kingdom of Lihterb. She was a health giver in the House of Life (a nurse of sorts), and she was the keeper of souls slain in battle, at the temple site of the city, she prayed for the heroic deed. She had a mind like a pure diamond, never forgetting a thing, and able to have visions and dreams, those that would tell the future, and she saw her self in Egypt, on a planet called Tiamat II, or Earth. And a huge creature with ten wings called the Adversary. Was this just a dream or was this her fate, it was at the moment her nightmare, night after night, it was her pain, her grief, and she knew if that was her life to be, then she had to take advantage of the moment. Perhaps, especially in her case, one of mans most precious gifts is not to foretell the future.

At this time, Nirut with his brother Niruh, battled many small nations and readied him self for the great conquest to be on planet SSARG. And he took Ocean with him, and loved her in his own selfish way. And did for her what her father did for him, take her on the great hunts, such as, hunting the beasts of the mountains on Lihterb, and the hounds and Tor-rats on Toso, and then he wanted to do the great hunt of the Mantic are, and they were only known to be on Earth, or planet SSARG, and he was not ready for SSARG, so he went to Earth.
There in Egypt he sought the mantic ore out, and the unicorn, and the then he heard of the creature, which was neither man nor beast, known as the Adversary, and he now sought him out, and to his dismay, he found him.

All flowers on Earth seemed to bow to this youthful beauty from Lihterb, and so did she catch the eye of the Adversary whom was standing like a towering statue on top of a hill, looking down with many other spirits. He took a second glance at Ocean.


Now here is told in the brief of what took place that fatal day in Egypt, from the annuals of King Nirut, found after his death:

“The Adversary as they called him was way beyond my thoughts. He could do more than any monster or demon. Shape change at will, lift trees out from under their giant roots, catch eagles with his eyes and paralyze them, he was the king of this land. I was hunting something I knew nothing about. I perhaps owe my life to Ocean, for had she not been there, I would not have made it back to Lihterb, or my 2000-man army. After seeing him up close, and hearing him, and seeing what he could do, he was like Rue of Toso, a little god, and more powerful than the Gifted Ones. For I never heard of them doing what I saw the Adversary could do. He became a hundred feet tall, then six hundred feet tall, than seven feet tall, in a matter of minutes, perhaps seconds.
He said to me, “You are out of your boundaries, too bad…” and I read in his eyes, doom, and Ocean read in my eyes, doom. His followers were similar to him, and I could not understand their tongues. They could speak in several languages. He could suppress my army in a matter of minutes, if not seconds I knew now. What could I do, I made a deal with him, that I do not regret to this day, yet I do deep down in my heart. I offered him Ocean, and she accepted, to save our lives, although she did not say that, I knew that, and he agreed to allow us to leave unharmed, but should I return for She-Ocean, for he named her that, at that moment, it would my doom, as well as my army’s doom. And so we were set free of this deadly force beyond our control. She became a legend and hero on Lihterb, and will live long after my death, for her sacrifice to her king.”


She-ocean, never did leave Earth again, but lived way beyond Nirut’s life time, and became the host for Sinned of Yort, and the mistress of the Adversary. On the other hand, Nirut never did return to Earth, he didn’t know how to subdue the Adversary, or his followers, as Sinned would in future time and so back on Lihterb, he readied for the Great Battle, and wars to be, on planet SSARG, nor did he live that long to think about returning, even if he wanted to.

(See the first part of this story called, “The Solders of Nirut,” the battle of SSARG.)



Notes on the writing of: “Nirut and the She-Ocean”

Notes on, “Nirut and the She-Ocean”: Today (7-12-2007) I ended up writing on the Platform again, in Huancayo, after having lunched a few blocks from Mini’s house, hamburger steak, eggs and potatoes, and a cup of coffee, and coke. Then I found myself sitting the platform writing under the rays of the penetrating sun. Some dark clouds seeping over towards the Andes, I almost prayed they stay away until I finished this short sketch of “Nirut and the She-Ocean,” and to my surprise it did.
In the trilogy I wrote about the Tiamat, in 2002, in one or two of the books the She-Ocean come to light, she is a wonders woman indeed, more like a sly cat, with powers beyond the normal, in the 6th millennium BC, in the time of Yort, the city in Asia Minor on earth.
The outline was all written out in about four hours; I am redoing, and reading the three pages I wrote out. One can learn about her in a few of the chapters of the Tiamat books, but you it doesn’t really tell you her background. Where she came from, and how she ended up in Egypt, and how the Adversary and she became a unit almost. This story tells all, in addition, it gives you a glimpse at Nirut’s first and final voyage to earth. The picture of the She-ocean was drawn January, 2005, long after I wrote my first words concerning her.


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Notes on writings of: “Marduk (and, ‘Omen the Seer’)


…this story, “Marduk (and ‘Omen the Seer’)” was started on 7-12-2007, 1:23 AM, the first paragraph written on Omen the Seer, indicating in the year 22,487, they became allies on Planet Toso, now governed by King Nirut, his third year in command. Also, “Glistening Twilight¨,” was written that night. Parts Two and Three were written in the morning of the 12th of July, the “New King by Proxy,” “The Hidden Days on Lihterb.”
In part four, “Marduk’s Future,” comes the story of: “The Creation of Yort,” part of the Tiamat series, written 6-21-2007, Part I of III, was added into this story, to enhance the progress “Marduk…” for Marduk was part of the Tiamat Trilogy written in 2002, but this author never saw it fitting to give him a story of his own, much less a title to a story, except for now. The story was reedited to fit the content of “Marduk…’ and given a name change to “The Tiamat and Marduk’s Paths” which is more befitting, I feel, and redone in a more narrative form. It seems in all my writings, Marduk sneaks into my accounts, and the Tiamat always gets front billing, so here it is for Marduk, once and for all. Marduk is a bully of course, like the Tiamat, but the Tiamat ha proven over time to be more cleaver, and wise in knowing when to step back. Marduk is too involved with his ego to notice such little irritable qualities and seems never to, and thus, ends up with less than what he started with. The fifth part was finished by 2:00 PM, on the 12th, which entailed, “The Beasts of the Abyss,” and “Sirgylam and the Cannibal Beasts,” and the afterwards.


Notes on the writing of “The Soldiers of Nirut”

Notes on how the story was written, “The Soldiers of Nirut,” material taken from the handwritten manuscript written 11 thru the 17 of June, 2007 (more of an outline, the death of Nirut was not figured out in the outline, but rather in the afternoon 6-27-2007 (ten days later), although I had expectations to kill him off prior to this, perhaps right from the beginning), and reedited and revised, and sections rewritten between 6-24 to 6-27-2007, in manuscript form, and in sections, then rewritten again on the computer, and revised; some of the new material added was the poetry, and the Devil-Bates; some of the outline was redone and the old left out, and some characters left out that seemed to simply get in the way (this represents the short version of the story, 25-chapters left out): written in Huancayo, Peru, under the sunny sky, with a cup of coffee in my hands, at my sister in-law’s house, Mini and Sophie’s (they live next to each other). The version of “In the Cell of the Dungeon,” Part Six to the series of “The Soldiers of Nirut,” done in three sections, were structured in poetic form to create a more smooth, dependable, and emotional version of the story, done in the afternoon of 6-28-2007. In the story it implies the dungeons, but never captures its full meaning, hopefully this will shed some light on it. I have been in many prisons, being a counselor, and working for the government. I have also worked with the female populations in prisons, and kept notes from prisoners form the Philippines. With this in mind, I created my own prison of sorts for the short story, in the understructure of the Quiet Mound, the one Siren the Great had made in previous stories I created of her.

During the first two weeks of July, I wrote what might be considered a link into Nirut’s life, called “The Tosollions (and: the God’s of Rue),” the guts of the beginning of the story was taken from three stories I wrote some time ago, called “The Think Tank,” which the second part of the three part story was inspirited by Greg Bear, Science Fiction writer, in the United States, whom I talked to briefly in person and by internet. The ‘Think Tank,’ was originally written in three acts (Libra, Orion, and Mars), and its ideas were interwoven into this new adventure which again I say, “The Soldiers of Nirut,” was the end, where as the new story is Nirut’s roots, with his father the Blue King, and more.



Notes on writings: “The Tosollions (and “The God’s of Rue”)

…this story, “The Tosollions (and “The God’s of Rue”) inspired in part, and originally made into a play with three Acts (sometime in 2002, Act One: ‘Libra’). After talking to Greg Bear, Science Fiction writer, whom I met in Roseville, Minnesota, 5-8-2003, I got the notion to write the second act to the story at that time called ‘Free Will’ the original story called (Act Two, ‘Orion’), ‘The Think Tank’. He said, “We are given free will and maybe should consider if we were so lucky, so were others (meaning out in the fast unknown). And so I thought about that, and this story now comes from the roots of previous works, and his inspiration, and new works. A third act was added to the story (Act three: Mars).

Here we find a complete new story, enhanced, for the theme, plot and insight of the previous story which was at best an ancient drama on stage without much power or better put, this new story (with 50 percent old parts) is more coherent, less disharmony, and is internally self consistent. It can be considered in way, the extending tentacles of “The Soldiers of Nirut,” (in particular the time of his father, the Blue King)since much of the world he lived in, is part of this story. It is may not be clear exactly who is the main character is, since this is a sage, The Surveillant, or Rue, is the Black Galaxy’s overseer, known in the upper world, or spiritual world as Ratavuil, and to the planetary worlds of the Galaxy, Rue. The Cobbler is part of the Think Tank, or seemingly, the director of the group. And then we get into the many characters that make up the story, yet there are just a few that will stand out, so it should not be too confusing. One may want to pick out Nirut or the Blue King as the main Character, and either one very well could be. But it is in sections or parts, and in essence, we can find a hero or main character in each part; perhaps the benefactor is Toso itself.

In the writing of the Story “The Tosollions (and ‘The God’s of Rue’), originally written at Mini and Sophie’s house, outside on the platform, under the Huancayo, Peru sky, with a dark cup of coffee. The Prolog was written out 7-9-2007, which gave me an outline beyond the ‘Think Tank,’ and used for the first four parts 1 thru 4, in the short manuscript, not used this book, written out on tablet paper, as an extended outline, although used for the guts of the story. The story really becomes a story, taken from many of my previous ‘Cadaverous Sketches,” I’ve written the past few years, or since 2004, incorporated here. Then out of fifteen, and half pages we get the story of the Blue King, and Nirut, written out on the 10 of July, 2007, and the second part of “The Soldiers of Nirut.” Not quite planned that way, for I still have 25-unused chapters written during the writing of “The Soldiers of Nirut,” and as I have said, for parts to the new story, I have not used written 7-9-2007. Part four of he original four parts not used, the story of “Omen the Seer,” was extracted from the Manuscript on 7-12-2007, and placed in it proper place in the story, under the section of, ‘The Golden Raven.’
The four parts “The Tosollions and the Gifted ones,” “Sitnalta and the First King,” “The Lessers” three of the four parts, were used because they were interjected into the Prolog somewhat, only part four, “Omen the Seer,” was directly used from the manuscript.

The Tosollion (And the Cod’s of Rue)

By Dennis L. Siluk Dr. h.c.

Part of the Cadaverous Planets




[123,000 BCl]

(In the Black Galaxy)



Preface: this story, “The God’s of Rue,” was inspired, and originally made into a play with three Acts (sometime in 2002, Act One: ‘Libra’). After talking to Greg Bear, Science Fiction writer, whom I met in Roseville, Minnesota, 5-8-2003, I got the notion to write the second act to the story at that time called ‘Free Will’ the original story called (Act Two, ‘Orion’), ‘The Think Tank’. He said, “We are given free will and maybe should consider if we were so lucky, so were others (meaning out in the fast unknown). And so I thought about that, and this story now comes from the roots of previous works, and his inspiration, and new works. A third act was added to the story (Act three: Mars). Here we find a complete new story, enhanced, for the theme, plot and insight of the previous story was at best an ancient drama on stage without much power or better put, it is more coherent, less disharmony, and is internally self consistent. It can be considered in way, the extending tentacles of “The Soldiers of Nirut,” since much of the world he lived in, is part of this story. One, if not the main character, for it is may not be clear exactly who is, since this is a sage, The Surveillant, or Rue, is the Black Galaxies overseer, known in the upper world, or spiritual world as Ratavuil, and to the planetary worlds of the Galaxy, Rue. The Cobbler is part of the Think Tank, or seemingly, the director of the group. And then we get into the many characters that make up the story, yet there are just a few that will stand out, so it should not be confusing.


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Part One


[In the Black Galaxy, the Cobbler is mumbling to himself about getting a group together, thinking out loud, walking – pacing back and forth about what is on his mind]



The Cobbler had gathered together a Think Tank. It has been a long time since he and his several comrades have got together. These special people have exceptionally long life, matter-of-fact; none of them have died yet; if indeed they can. They can eat, but don’t seem to taste whatever they eat. They think, but do not have dreams. They can give birth to children, but do not have sex, and have not produced any children to their knowledge. They drink for the experience of it, as they do in breathing, and they do not feel any motion in do it, or doing motion, yet they move, and so do other things about them. Perhaps they have lost several things in the past, and they just can’t figure out what they are. That is why I have called them the Think Tank.
The Cobbler has an idea, and together with his friends he feels they can solve this problem, that is to say, ‘…what they are missing.’ If they could, and I think they would, try to create a race that would benefit from them.

The Cobbler has expressed now to his group: “Legend says at one time there was what they called a god or God, the difference being if I write, or say it as: “god” it is indicating you know of him, and if you write or say it: ‘God’, it is that you are a being of him, and I guess my kind, I am calling myself a spices now, as if we have already created a new being, since I am going to try and convince the committee here to create a new being, we know ‘god’ in that kind of way, meaning, of him, if you get my meaning. And I want to try to remake the lost connection. Somewhere along the line, we misplaced him, and perhaps his creator. I had a thought, it said at one time there was Rue, and he has been patient with us, and he created us, and he had children, and they are the watchers. And being of god, or created by god, makes us less than what we really thought we were, because we thought we were god’s, but we live in avoid, so designed by us. If we could create something, with his blessings, we could do some good for something, or someone, similar to us.”
And that is what he said to the group.

“Oh yes, yes,” said the Colonel, “I think he got mad eons ago at us, now that my memory seems to be coming back. And we felt we did not need him, and became accustomed to doing our own thing.”



(The group is getting situated in the middle of the star system to talk more on the subject of recognition of god or God, and what is there plan: the Cobbler, pulls up chair with stars on them, here they all are: the General, the Captain, the Colonel, the Governor, the Pious One, the Want to be King,, and the Cobbler make seven. The have lived 100,000-years, it is now the Earth year, 23,000 BC)

The General complains of his trillion mile voyage to this part of the Black Galaxy, as they all sit in a circle. The King, the older one of the seven, whom the little god created first, is restless, and expects a tinge more courtesies than when he’s be getting, and is a bit moody today. The Captain, a leader of sorts, is a talkative creature, but is waiting for someone to start back up the group. The Cobbler is the counselor of sorts. The Colonel is kind of a scientist of sorts, difficult to talk to, but humble in his own way.
In the process of talking about god and God, and creating a being, so comes up such simple things as antivirus, and the ingredients for cells. They figured it out that if god created them, and God created Rue, then they could create a lesser form of life. The Colonel has a daughter named Hu, and figures she may came in handy. She is not of the seven per se, but somehow was created overnight when the King woke up one day, and found he did not have a Rib. Actually this is kind how it all started. The King told the Cobbler about this, and the Cobbler figured god had done this to get their attention. This all sparked the meeting.
The Cobbler is a bit uncomfortable, and tries to situation the gasses he is sitting on, which formed into a chair—deep space can become unconformable. The King wants to go into a different Galaxy, the Milky Way, and form life on Planet Tiamat II (known to us folks as Earth, or the Blue Planet). There are species there at this moment, he tells the group, he snuck and out of that Galaxy, so he claims, some time ago. It is a stellar system he has acquired a liking for. The Pious One feels perhaps they can mix their genes with the Blue Planets inhabitants, and create a third kind of creature, that will do good, not based on self interest.

(Everyone now is sitting on their frozen gassy- colorful looking sofa chairs.)

The Governor, surrealistically, says he wants the group to try to give those inhabitants on Tiamat II, long lasting chromosomes, because they only live between 100- to 1000 years, and then they break, like everything in the two galaxies they’ve discovered, cascades that is. Like a ball, some day the whole thing is going to come to its destination, and drop, so he claims.
As I was about to say, the Governor said in his surrealistic tone”…lizards live longer than those folks,”
And the Pious One adds, “That is true, but God, not god, is involved with that planet, it is best we shift to anther, like one in the Black Galaxy, as we planned on doing.”

The Cobbler suggests they not be too surprisingly spontaneous, and seek out Rue. And they all agree. And then he adds, “We are you know, the gifted Ones.”




Part Two

The Gifted Ones
And Marduk



In the Beginning: There was Rue, the Holy One, so knowing in the Black Galaxy, or also known as Ratavuil, in other parts of the Universe. And he made the several being belong to the Think Tank. He did not make Marduk; he was of his own making on Earth (or Tiamat II, around the year 75,000 BC, a demonic creature.) Rue himself was created, 1.6 million years ago, an angelic being, formed by God Almighty, and given control over the Black Galaxy. It has now taken 100,000-years for the Think Tank to put it back together. It was in the beginning they loved Rue, but somehow all went their own ways. He called them the Gifted Ones, and had high hopes for them, until they turned up their noses to him.
Rue had children of flesh and spirit, half-breeds you could say, and when he had them, he instructed them to be Watchers over the planets of the Black Galaxy, such as SSARG, and Lihterb, and the moon Retina: and he borrowed some of his sons to other angelic beings who watched over planets next to Earth’s solar system, such as Cibara, and Moiromma, and the moon Ice-cap. And so forth, and so on.
But the gifted ones really did little to enhance their statues either in the galaxy, or in finding Rue, except for now. And so he spoke to them.
Marduk at this time was either on earth or Lihterb, since he and his comrades had lost the battle on SSARG, with King Nirut. He was, or is the strongest of all the demonic creatures of hell, to include the Tiamat, whom he fought in the year, or thereabouts, 6800 BC, in the outskirts of the city, Yort, in Asia Minor. He had also fought the demonic beings the Ram-god, and the Baboon-god, and a few others, to claim his dominance.
When Rue spoke to the Gifted Seven, he told them about the Marduk, the doom of Earth at one time, that he would have the freedom of the Black Galaxy to inhabit. The Cobbler was not happy to hear that, and asked why?
“First, you should not fear him, second, you must start to unfold your history, you’ve been indolent for eons, and third, get out of your void, design and discover, you have been given the power, learn the mind of your enemy. I will be where I’m always, on the ‘Summit of Mystery, if you seek me, you will find me, as you already have.”
Rue was an angelic being, or god of a little sort, given special powers over a whole galaxy, and yet, the Gifted did not quite recognize all this yet.



Part Three
The Creation

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And so it was ordained on the 9th day of July, 22,999 BC the creatures of Toso, were infected with a mutative virus that would change them forever. Consequently, balancing the system, and allowing the creatures on the planet to become part of the universal body of thinkers, with reason, desire and free will, created by the Think Tank, the new beings called Neiklots or Neiklot, or Torsions, since they were from planet Toso, in the Black Galaxy, at which time it was mostly uninhabited, but had strange beings on it, more like Earth’s Australopithecine (ecus) more of an extinct African ape, having restrictive features linking it to humankind, of the Pleistocene epoch over a million years ago. For the Gifted Ones, this was the beginning.
Marduk, was close by, he was watching the beginnings of this new creation.



‘Chrysie & Plantain’

(The Planet Toso) For the most part it is a barren landscape, yet it has many sand dunes throughout its environment, again, a tranquilizing picture for the Gifted Ones. Plus, the one outstanding thing seems to be the elite group sees the beautiful sunset, it has never been seen by them while on an orb, it is unlike any other they have seen and perhaps a gift for their going forward. With such colors, because it is close to the sun, comes in whites, blues and reds; and as all these lights, and particles reflect back and forth from the sun to the planet, a raw looking surface, but beautiful are the reflections in the sky: reds and whites appears with multidimensional threads of soft luster; -- consequently, one that you can only stand in awe of, and wonder how its creator, painted such an ongoing beautiful picture. It is like a big golden red egg, looking over the horizon onto a planet, red lava pours from a nearby volcano, while the rays of the sun press outward, as if to create a circle like effect, not quite like that of Venus, of which it is a 360 degree angle circle, rather more like a 45-degree outward burst.

Here they found two of their so called linking African Apes, with a tinge of humanity in them. They watched those creatures drawing pictures on the walls, cave walls, as if they were temples. They started to look up to the stars thereafter, as if to find god, or God, or the Gifted Ones. And a few times they did see one of the Gifted Ones, and hid. At this point, a few years decades into the experiment, the main genetic material they gave them, was working, and so they gave them a booster. The couple they watched the closest was Chrysie and Plantain (born 22,999 BC).
(In time, a kingdom would sprout from these two individuals on the planet, and produce a son, King Vii whom would become king of Sitnalta (founded: 22,778 BC), the first kingdom on Toso. And their daughter, Lady of the Moon, whom would be Queen; they would produce a daughter Sia, who would rule the kingdom. Vii and Moon, twins, brother and sister, born 23,978 BC, married 22, 958, BC, died 22,728 BC). Princess Sia, born 22,957 BC, takes over the kingdom 22,727 BC, rules it until 22, 677 BC, when she died.
At that time there was a war in the Galaxy, by the Blue King of Planet Lihterb, whom took over the planet, and ruled it through proxy: his name was Zoo-loo. His special guards were called Plantons, and his wife Celina. In time, the Blue King’s son would rule the Galaxy, and Planet Tose, Prince Nirut. But not for a while, this was much before his time. The Blue King would rule for 176-years, and Prince Nirut, would rule for only 16. The Blue King ruled from 22, 676, to the year 22,500 BC. Prince Nirut became king the following year (22,499 BC). King Nirut would prove to be more reckless, he would conquered SSARG, but in the process lose his own planet, Lihterb, and regain it at the cost of his death, in the year 22,483 BC. At which time, Yahoo the Strong would become King, his faithful bodyguard, that same year, and remain king for one hundred years, of Lihterb until 22,383. After the death of King Nirut, there was no longer an empire of the Galaxy, by way of war. Rue, was of course still the overseer.




Part Five

La Forte of the Cave Dwellers


During this time, this same period on planet Toso, along the river the Le Chef, of the dwellers of the largest tribe, was Zulu, and he wife Allez, and they had two children, Vazy (the elder by two years, female) and Polo (the younger, boy).
They created a wood and stone fortress of sorts, not much better than a beaver could do, but it was a large shelter along the banks, it could hold all 400-Tosollions, if need be, if in case there was raid from another tribe, or horde. The horde being the larger group for the tribes was basically family units; the year was 22,776 BC. King Vii was now ruler some twenty miles East, in his large Kingdom that was fifteen miles wide, and long, and had 24-arches for the massive people to walk through day after day, hour after hour, and at the far end, to the left, was the Great Tour of Toso, some fifteen hundred feet high. His special guards the Plantons guarded him night and day, in fear of Marduk, or perhaps one of the chefs of the Cave dwellers, there ware ten tribes, family groups of dwellers, and one horde. The tribes consisted of perhaps fifty to 200-family members. Perhaps a total population of 2500-Cavedwellers in the East part of Toso, the rest was unknown. The Kingdom of Vii was perhaps 50,000-inhabidents.
The Tor-rat

What most folks felt dangerous on the planet was the Tor-rat, it could stand and walk on two legs, it was created by Marduk, a cross-bred creature. It was of his nature, and a beast of a rat it was, a crossbreed of himself and whatever. It stood for to five feet high at full growth, and its weight was between 90 and 120 pounds: brown darkish fur up and down its back, and parts of it legs and arms, and forehead.
It mostly nested around the riverbanks, and in the large sewage tunnels under Sitnalta (the Great Kingdom of Toso). It had smaller teeth than a large cat, but when it bit it was like a bulldog, it ripped and tore at its victim.


Part Six


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