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The peoples of Saïhan live henceforth the war as a second nature, an absence of hope in a horizon uniformly red of the blood of their peers. The despondent spirits of big authorities of this world still struggle in the slump of infinite slaughters, but many youngs, shades and insignificants ones wonder, in the cold and lugubrious alcoves where the great war urged them to curl up. They observe, see and remember. They remember the world such as it was, before all that, before the death and its sepulchral kingdoms. They see new beings appearing, ancient enemies, legendary creatures, mythical monsters. They observe a distant past and a secret present re-appearing of abysses of the consciousness and memories. They observe, see and remember... and wonder. Questions take forms, the enigmae gets clearer, and soon, maybe, soon, there will be somebody to glimpse the answer... As deities of former days walk again among mortals, the war of Saïhan shows a darker and more murderous face than ever, carrier of uncountable doubts and concerns... |
| Narratives which follow were the ones which punctuated the winter mini-campaign of 2010/2011, storytelling the appearance, the confrontation and the fall of Tauruln, the Infinite Tower, big Titan of Lands of Saïhan. |
| Remember the Titan
"No oracle, no prediction, Could have known how to forsee what happened here... In the profound dark forests of swamps, In distance of furious sieges where legions died, Powers without conceivable equals got nervous. One of the Four autumn brothers fought there, Legend so ancestral and secret, That only the Queen of the Sharras had been able to revere his throne. Magyön in its right, the Foreigner in its point, He had to bend forward, against what he could not overcome. In a howler song, Magyön dash, But the laughing Foreigner, then his trap closed. The weft which gave birth was then corrupted, And of its blessed essence a monster feast. And so the Titan woke up... Always growing, forever mutating, On the tracks of the Foreigner, this one running... No oracle, no prediction, Could have known how to forsee what happened here..." |
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§ The Titan is unleashed !!! § " While the shouts of agonizing corpses extend over plains bruised by the Titan, elders tremble under their foundations of stone, whispering a name which the world forgot a long time ago, and which left only the fear of and impossible return... " Tauruln walks again among mortals... " We would not know how to believe it, we would not even dare to imagine it. The one named the Infinite Tower became embodied nightmare. Magyön cracks under its feet, and the robust reality of the Huge Empires of Saïhan shatters under its fists. Even more than the furrow of deaths and devastation which he leaves behind him, the reason of its presence here, and now, freezes in dismay the most brilliant erudite, and plunges into madness the most clear-sighted oracle... Something awakens Strengths among the most feared in all Lands, and a secret war is engaged between the mysterious Powers which preside over worlds rising. Linen puppets in a game of flames, terror of a new era embraces every heart curled up in every hidden corners. A terminal era, where everything would finish in the blood and the suffering, and where the Savagery would be only and ultimate queen... " |
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§ First report! § Without warning Tauruln came, and transport on his trail the shooting wind of the dead and victims... The frightened quietness of first destructions makes place to fury, fire and rivers of blood icho. Where people were running away and spreading a message of terror, there's now only braves that go back up the flow of agonizing. Armies of silence and grumbles, which stomped muddy roads toward the Titan. At the spear head of those steel legions, fierce commanders walked with unshakable will against a lethal destiny. Orders were spit, clear and wild in a darken sky : 'Death to the Titan !!!' So first battles began their violent chant... |
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§ Savagery, ferocity and meadow flowers. § Soon things got out of control :some troops which had bravely massaged on the road of the Titan became henceforth uncountable and insatiable. Brought out of every holes, every muds and every fortresses, and answering a call of Blood which had drained all that the Valley of Shadows counted of war madmen, millions of dirty and wild warriors collided the Giant everywhere ! The shocks were continuous, the disorder absolute, and the slaughter horrifying ! But the Madness had dig its kingdom in the Rorkel March, cutting itself a new empire of death in the middle of elvish and wolves castles... The Titan laughed at it, but the mortal commanders never step back. Their oath was definitive and indestructible : they would bring down the Beast, or would die under his knocks !!! |
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§ Blood colors... § The sky had gone black, and the progress made henceforth slower, laborious and painful. The unimportant plethorae which had followed and harassed Tauruln on thousands of kilometers were so much weight ballasting its dantesque strides... The Titan looked at the horizon, higher than at all the forests of those Lands, and knew that he would not deliver his message of fury to destination. Not in this cycle... He trampled towers of an arrogant fortress, and turned around to contemplate his work. A silent breeze had got up on its tracks, dying persons' shouts and battle orders become sporadic, on this way only paved by piles of deaths and by ruins. Stone broken, wood exploded, crushed barriers and ravaged fields. The prosecutors were tired, but already newcomers invaded the slightest chinks of the battlefield, the green and purple troops in counterpoint of the dustgrey colored armors which had to there papered ground of their guts... With a furious fist and a sepulchral borborygmus, the Titan swept a goblyn legion gathering on heights... |
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§ The Fall of the Titan § " So end the moments of terror, so are born those of tears, so legends points without clash... The strange carcass of the Titan throned, informs, at the end of the sinister road that he had cut itself through the Lands. A long scar, black of vultures, fowls or not, wet of internal organs which returned to the rest of the humus, the red of the blood of ten thousands soldiers who had died there. They had been left, to millions of creatures, insects and monsters there which had feasted on it during days. It was in the order of things: battle finished, everything returned to dust or served more modest purposes, faster than memories would know how to remember it... The huge skeleton was already almost unrecognizable. His ribs had become trees, and his legs, which yesterday still oozed as any alive wound, were henceforth two colossal rocks, from a granite harder than rocks being usually lying in those realms. Tauruln had finally fallen, at the cost of one thousand efforts, arrows and sharp blades. Uncountable wills had raised themselves on his road of ashes, and their resistance and their apparently vain sacrifices had been finally able to bring a respite, a victory on these already manhandled Lands... All this would belong henceforth to annals and to myths, even if fathomless questions remained unresolved on every lips. A discreet being had approached rests of the Titan, unnoticed in its chitinous ocher armor, despite the incredible aura which sweat of each his quiet movements. He observed the gigantic corpse, and a worried fold decorated the sun-tanned forehead. He had seen Tauruln being born, and now he saw him lying, vacant soul. He prayed no god for this, he knew them too much... And before whoever noticed this humanoid silhouette standing up on rocks, he disappeared again in the folds of this season of flames... " |
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