The Ulangar: Book III, Part 16

This ends Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The death of Sister shook the home

and Adar began to fear for his prize in the Games

loosing his ferocious ways but learning loom

and Nefthys entered the field of blood

wielding the legacy of Creusa's talons

and Ulangar separated from his fellows

and concentrated upon the evolving Universe

outside his little world

Ulangar first noticed life among the stars

when minute traces of khu-like substances

floated within the vastness of Nothing

close to the senses of him

The God-Forger began to visit these wispy creatures

cultivating their spawning intelligence

and as children tend to do

they developed and mimicked their teacher

growing stronger and wiser and virtuous

When the Children of Ulangar came of age

measured in terms of their minds

individual personalities were

distinguishable within these freckles of power

and so Ulangar granted them Sacred Names

and let them squabble within themselves

the first step to his new made Game

borne of the seed which seeks for adventure

The first to gather were known as Spirits

whose Names have been forgotten by men's uncanny ability

[ replace with Summarian/Babylonian from The Treasures of Darkness

The Next to ban became called the Babylonians

who elected Anu Chief of all who rules the sky

Also with him came Anshar of Inky Night and Dahak the dragon of Death

and Druaga of the Devil World and Girru of the Licking Flames

and Ishtar of man's weakness and Melek the slayer of Tiamat

and Nergal of the Underworld and Rammon of the brilliant spears

This group was forged with courage and strength

but were changed to suit the Assyrian's might

]

Next came the [rest of the sons]

[list continues for quite some space ]

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 14

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The team spent three hours moving the earth for the great shell

with silver shovels and golden picks and somber hands and wet cheeks

The body was placed deep within the six feet of walls

covered in a dark red shawl

to blend leaked ichor with cloth

As the caste was lowered into the tomb

Nefthys did sing such lament

[

'The glory which is Sun

hath dissipated in the mist of night

No more shall it sing again

upon the Soul that leaves this dark

'Thy will with Stars is over

and thy will with Nothing has begun

travel far and travel fast

let nothing hinder thy flight

'The moon is rising

and stone makes black

This mirror of glory

shall be thine candle and thy sponge

'Fly sweet essence to that lofty place

and rise again where ever the hand doth wave'

]

The earth was replaced as the black rain began to fall

all about the Great Mountain of Creusa

smudging features blending image

sloppy dirt and tears dark

sinking deep into the craterless moon

and mingled with the silent flesh

As the party left the mound of mud

the memories began to blur

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 13

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The sun did sprawl her tentacles onto the soiled earth

and slowly did vanquished shadow give way

and slower still did the champions rise

All save Creusa the Hawk toes

The remaining seven gathered about her

and waited for her to rise

and they waited waited waited

Nergal lifted his head and did thus speak 'O my brothers

perhaps this sleeping one is suffering from ills and terrors

perhaps Ulangar here stole her waking hours

or perhaps she enjoys Tuoni's game

a silent secluded one this Sea'

and they waited waited waited

Painex rose her shield to the clouds

and smote the earth with her mighty spear point

'Curséd be thy name O Painex

thy fury and anger hath made ruin to this lovely maiden's id

thy stubbornness to refuse ideas maketh her lay in self-destruction

Tunonetar is thy name O Painex and rightfully is it chosen

Then fall, Painex!   [Dies     '

and they waited waited waited

Inan V closed her eyes and lowered her jaw

[

'Straight forward, strong speech

no big words, everything means

something (no lace on words)'

]

Thunder rang its deep trumpet through the brooding maroon satin

and they waited waited waited

Ulangar stood among his Arkaians and whispered such sounds

'I fear the worst my friends and kin

She failed Tuoni's wind

just as Re'u Raduti and Oudun

and now rests upon his mantle piece

a trophy to flaunt at his peers

and a tool for his pride

Let us bury this shell in the mountain side

and let the rain beat long upon its shape'

None rose their voice in objection

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 12

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

When Ulangar arose from the field of Tuoni

he was still in the arena where he had fallen

the blood was seeped into the moon

becoming one with hearth and home

and thought such words from his lips

'Why have I been left here to sleep

My wife does this act after every Game

And lo too the others are on the field

dreaming through this night

This night

I have awoken before rosy-finger'd Dawn

I am improving so let Tuoni shake

fearing his tentative placement in Universe

and my power to let crumble this position

But now to see the missing wench'

Ulangar raced into the vats of his home

and hurried through his chamber Daleth

This action did rouse from her rest the Nefthys

and she ask'd of him 'O my love

why do you waken so early

from thy Tuonela rest

Apollo has not begun his climb

nor has the Underworld releas'd the cart

Our men do not come forth so early

always on the beginning of the next day is our pattern

It's most unnatural to break it

there is no precedent for such an event'

And to these words Ulangar spoke

'Indeed your words strike home my black-leafed Nef

But dare you deny the flesh which you see

whole and complete in a single glance

wait for light can deceive those oculus

by putting splotchy color in their way

So pluck out thine eyes and hear my voice

but nay again for easily mind mimic paternal voices

So stuff white prongs into thine ears

and feel the touch from my lips to yours

but still that can be false for flesh can take many forms

So remove thy cord thus remove the senses

save only the soul to detect my Love

for no one can deny the emotions of Love

for I am as real as our binding Love

Come join me and Enki to gather the kin my Love'

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 11

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The Games continued

as the days merged into one

as night turns into day without a boundary

Ulangar was victor entirely undefeated

Soon Nefthys wanted to join the Games

and Creusa lent her the claws to practice

but never did little Nefthys enter the ring

Adar trained from Ulangar the ways of magi

being a Very Fast Learner in such methods

and Ulangar in turn trained in the mind from Enki

though he stumbled upon the foreign methods

and the lessons were slow to be learned

'O my brothers how we bicker so

let us not argue which team gains my powers

thus ensuring their victory hands down

I shall make the teams this time Nergal

rest your voice for ye shall need it in a moments time

The teams this time shall be divided equally

unlike the uncountable past

It will be myself and no one against the rest

I shall give thee twenty minutes to devise a strategy

before I enact the laying on of the Game'

And so did Ulangar finish his speech and

wandered off into his distant corner

while the rest remained gawking and stupefied

The twenty minutes were spent by that God-Forger

summoning his powers internal

reaching to the other's minds

grasping for thoughts reaching ideas

and after forty-two unsuccessful tries

he connected with minds

reading thoughts and knowing pre-actions

When that time had passed

Lamaraz beat his Kaph against the ground

three and five and then three again times

He rose from the dusty earth

and readied his sword to do battle

No words did he speak to enrage the opponent

only a peaceful mind he wore open to all thoughts

The many rushed forth to surround Lamaraz

who never allowed himself to be flanked

Daklov drank black gore from the wound of Adar

and bit well the flesh of Nergal

Those two Ulangar had no opposition to

for his trance made well his reactions

Now a shield fell to the ground

floating in the warm sea wine

Next fell the Hammer of Inan

splashing in the rain of the Moon

This all took place within but eight seconds

each falling in blinding speed

When Daklov did feast upon the hawk-wielding woman

it had been after a long struggle

for Creusa did not think her actions

rather her actions were reactions to the stimuli

so Daklov bit with a ferocity matched only by the Red goddess and V

only to take a blow himself

one low but one deep

ripping his innards to the open air

So both man and woman fell that day

gurgling in bubbling gore

and none were left save the spectators

who left in a gust of lust

[

insert Pohjola section

]

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 10

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The crafter of Helethalain next visited the armory

where strong armed Nergal stood admiring the handiwork

of god-forging Ulangar

was not heard by this giant axe-man

and so using this secret he crept up and shoved

with a heave to move the mountains

in a failed attempt to knock the great brown-skinned man from his stance

Nergal rose his mouth in a great laugh that made the metal rattle

against the black marble stonework which encased the earth

and he spoke 'What is it little brother that you were trying to do

Did you mean to make me tumble to the cold floor

like a toddler tipped on the head

You may find me a greater opponent to wrestle to the earth

than Utgard-Loki's cat

and that my little brother is no boast

for never have I met a man who could pin me'

Ulangar rubbed his shoulder in the stinging place

and replied 'Aye so my things which see perceive

and aye again do my shoulder and muscles

that ache at the strain and force agree

you must teach me that trick some time

But enough with this idle chatter

for I wish to gain information on a different subject now

pertaining to the journey to Tuoni

and his curséd lands of eternal darkness'

Nergal settled his weight on a marble bench and nodded in agreement

'I know of that which you speak little one

for all of us siblings have been there and will be there

All the tales which you have heard already

are all you need to unravel the mystery'

Ulangar was taken back by these unforeseen words

'Why use these cryptic syllables Nergal

If you have something to say

than gird up your spirit and speak your mind

we need not keep'

Nergal halted this questioning with a raised index finger

'Why question my actions

we are one in mind snf dpitiy

sprouted from the same seed

I know all our thoughts

and all our feelings

It is just a simple matter of focus

perhaps you should try it some time

perhaps' At this Nergal the bald giant left the room

and left Ulangar speechless and puzzled

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 9

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Ulangar thought long and hard on these words

[

talks about training Adar in magic

]

The next sibling visited by god-forging Ulangar

was black hairéd Creusa

who said of her death

'That meddling Tuoni did not snatch me

nor was he man enough to ravish me

I slayed his minions bred of air

with blinding speed and stunning agility

Each one died by my swift stroke

but Tuoni fearful as he is

ran from our fight and left me to suffer in life'

Ulangar squinted and spake such words in response

'I inquire from you O sister from the now dead earth

a better description of your punishers

of the shapes of the minions

and of the faces of the ruler of the wretched land'

Creusa was long in her reply

attempting to resist memory's poison

and then she tried to reply

many times she attempted

and many times she failed to send her mental picture across the airs

but at last she did and such words erupted from her lips

'My memory is foggéd

for that night or dreary day was as a dream

it does not remain clear in memory long

I only remember of those minions a great blur

of wind and steel

but of Tuoni's haughty face I shant forget

his thick black mane and night beard

flapped to the whims of the four elements

and his wide grin exposed his icy gates

His laugh was like thunder which rips the sky in two

with energy surging from Anshar to Kishar

and his eyes yes his evil eyes

how they pierced my very soul

the fires grew within them

burned my inside and out in flames

colder and blacker than the lost secret of Blackflame

which burns metal and melts trees'

So amazed by the similarities with his own glimpse

of that towering Tuoni was Ulangar

that he could hardly utter a farewell suitable for his sister's rank

hardly

[

insert Inan's story

]

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 8

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

After Ulangar had risen from the sheets

and hastened in his morning duties

of cleansing in the clear waters of Ahto

and dressing into fine fabrics soft to touch of red and black

and eating a hearty feast from cheese to apples

he traveled to Adar's chamber to inquire about the night

'Adar son of Nugredth

valiant giant of the wooden staff

tell me of your death inflicted by my son

of the journey to the dark world which none return save us'

To these words Adar this said

'After falling to Tuonela that dark turf of earth

I felt the presence of a great energy

both racing across the sky and surging from below

And from this below a great fellow clad in robes of black

with silver runes covering his black cuffs

and on an ashen staff wielded in his right

rose from the dust and dirt

Sensing danger as is the ability of all my race

I ran at the figure and attempted to tackle

The figure was too swift and he eluded my grasp

and I was thrown to the ground like a child flinging a toy

The man formed wordless words on his lips

and lightning shot from the sky to my tempered flesh

My body only absorbed the energy

and remained free of mar

I rolled onto my knees as he began singing another spell

and I leaped for his legs

This time my aim was true and my grip was strong

and the cloak fell to the earth in humbled silence

All went black until the light returned to my eyes

when I appeared in my bed untampered'

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 7

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Ulangar awoke in a bed with familiar black formless hair

sprawled across the sheets and bodies

and his stirring awoke the figure beside him

'What is this scar along your back

this unaccounted for remnant of combat

which happened not on that field of battle'

Ulangar rose himself onto his elbows

and responded to his wife 'Indeed for they sprouted

from the flailing of wrights in my death-dream

Tell me of your encounters with these dreams

in the powerful land of Tuoni'

Startled by this change of subject Nefthys sat replacing the pieces

of the memory puzzle before she spoke with such words

'It seems like an eternity ago to my forgetful head

but perhaps this loose-knit story will aid thy inquiries

I remember awaking to a green sun rising from a purple sea of grass

into a lacerated sky black and red and raining fish

but ahead laid a sparkle of clean light which seemed to summon me

Every specific of the landscape was ever changing

and the path on which I traversed

was here and then there and then here again

The path's substance too was never constant

it was mud to stone to pebbles

to mason's medium to Ahto's element

to an ink which stuck to every pore of my body

and at every step I sensed a pair of seeing organs

staring into my heart for weakness

waiting in the shadows of darkness to pounce upon my most sacréd soul

but he dared not a showing of his features

and to the light which was an exit I went

and I returned to this earthen moon to love a man'

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 6

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

When the two lovers rose to the day star's coming

the others journeyed to the surface to divide into teams

Nergal being the creator of the Games of the Immortals

divided the players into teams

On the first team was placed Nergal the axe-man

and also was there Creusa the wielder of the claws

and finally there was Adar the giant of flame

On the other team was chosen Lamaraz the master of sword

and there was also spear wielding Painex

and also Fatirac the hammer carrying woman with the stature of man

So were the teams divided missing the ones not trained in the soldierly ways

sitting on the sidelines to support the fighters

When the battle began with the glittering gear charging forward

Lamaraz in his suit of steel plate ran the fastest and with the most blood thirst

and from the other side Nergal met the fighter's challenge

The two collided with the clang of steel on steel

and Lamara left a bloodied body groaning for relief

while tripping on his innards and slipping in his purple life

Lamaraz regrouped with the women

Creusa at his left and Fatirac at his right each running in step

but Creusa could not withstand the force of Painex's hurled spear

which crushed through the jaw and skull

slicing the brains and moving them to outside the body

in a gory puddle of ichor

With tall Fatirac at his side Lamaraz charged

wingéd Adar and swift Painex

The wooden staff struck the sword master's head

as the herbal blade sliced from right to left through the chest

stopping only at the left nipple of the scaled hide

showering both with a blue fluid

as a fountain shimmers in light

Painex without her spear could not withstand

the smithy blows of red-hairéd Inan's hammer

forged by the master smith Bartoc

when the world was young and the gods

were still enjoying their play with man

The blows melted bone and eroded flesh

forming a puddle of sticky goo

which once was woman fine

So did the battle end with Lamaraz and Inan side by side

soaked in blood of friend and self

and with the black gore gushing in great amounts

and grins of sadistic pleasure coated in black bile

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 5

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996. This
is another section that was slated for rewrite.

[

That night Lamaraz returned to Ulangar

and returned to lay beside Nefthys once again

He brought himself close to his lover

and in his caress of her he spoke such words

`What shall I compare thee to

An Autumn wind or a Winter's flame

Nay your whole cannot be sing'larly described

but aye your eyes

what shall they become

Their glittering glass should be compared to gems

But nay again for they compare oh not to your sparkling marbles

Gems instead should be indeed compared to thine eyes

How then is your hair in place with such ideas

Its flowing formless soft resembles that twice distant creature

that gobbles the worlds and stars and moons

and like that same monstrosity

these leaves consume my heart

What else does that bottomless soul desire

of these petty metaphors and similes between heaven and earth'

Such words were spoken and sweet Nefthys responded

`My sire and keeper speak not in mockéd anger

for it does not become you

Speak only of that poetic thing which you refuse to identify

and that one fire is amor

Compare thine love to whatever thou desires

If thou just speakest it to my things that hear

with your heart of words so pure

then perhaps mine own heart may remember these syllables

and indeed in the positive fourth it may be recalled again and again

my love'

So were the words of Nef

and her ears traded with her mouth

and her eyes failed to glitter

in preparation for his so noble response

But not a sentence nor letter fluttered from his lips

But not a syllable nor chant flew away from his cords

Instead he too shut his spectacles

and with a touch of grace and caring unparalleled in his life

his lips enchanted her mouth with a soft et gentle kiss

]

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 4

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The next day when Dawn lifted her bright wheel into the darkness

and spread her rosy fingers to all parts of the sky

the family gathered together to discuss their future

`I say we shall collaborate and discover the secrets of the world'

spake Enki the Master of Mind `and become true masters of this universe

for knowledge is the true might and answer to all troubles if

IT can conquer us then surely we can discover how to conquer IT

and this is attained only by wisdom and knowledge'

To this Lamaraz responded `Indeed do I take your words for truth

and never shall I disagree for the sake of argument

but some things cannot be taken by knowledge

There are brute forces which only understand their own nature

and thus must be the response in the honorable fashion

What is life without honor What is honor without life

And what is life and honor without Truth or Courage

I ask you this my friend of the Rose and Iron

while Nefthys and Adar stand behind me

what are their answers'

Enki rose his voice and said `I thought you dead Lamaraz

but wrong was I who dwells in harmony and mastery

Your questions mean nothing to me

and your thinking even less

Go back to your caves of moss and grime

and go back to your half-men ancestors of greasy hair tied up in bonnets

We have no need of you and your barbaric ways'

Nergal interrupted the rest of Enki's speech by these words

causing land slides with its force

`Petty bickering does no one here good

now stop that chattering as two little boys

who rest in the comfort of their mother's ever protecting arms

Besides who cares about the domination over other forces

we have everything we need here on this globe thanks to Ulangar

the forger and Kali of worlds

I think we shall play a sporting challenge to pass the time

one that came from my Old Country in the north

The ancient way of playing this game is to gallop on riding mounts

while trying to subdue the opposing team into defeat

We could do this but no equestrian beasts will be used

nor will that singing art be allowed to be woven on this field of honorable battle'

Lamaraz became caught up in the speaking of Nergal

`Yes Yes And the fairy way of subduing will be replaced with slayings

that glorious way of battle that turns grass lands into swamps of gore

Perhaps this will be an excellent way of passing the days

This Game will be perfect for our warlike ways'

Enki glared and Lamaraz and snapped in return

`Speak for yourself you barbaric corpse

your ways are worse than those wintry murderers

that come before my eyes in anger

You all make me sick in your agreement with these boys

and their archaic ways of bloodshed

This is a time for peace and knowledge

not war and battle and its notorious way of death

Go and do your vile and retchéd deeds

but never shall you see me pay heed

to your cries from the grave'

Lamaraz stood now and walked towards Enki of the Rose

with Nergal and Fatirac at his heels all looking in the same fashion

Before the three could strike and deal a mighty blow

to the one wearing robes of white silk

Nefthys jumped from her spot on the ground

to block the charge of Lamaraz and his entourage

and she spoke such words `My love

why does such unwarranted hate fill your eyes and heart

all for one whose hasty and unthought words were spoken

They are gone and with them the idea

but in your minds all your minds you hold these words

with steel bonds and behind steel cages impenetrable

Can you not use your keys and free them

so that they can join the words in the air

so that they too may die

If hatred so consumes your soul that sharp reason cannot pierce it

then let the blanket of my love smother it and make another fire grow'

Lamaraz shook so from the sight

and the feelings which came from her eyes

He crumbled before her

and fell down on his knees with heavy heart eye

reminded of the time on the knoll when the brothers were slain

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 3

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996. This
section in brackets makes references to how it should be changed to reflect
later developments in the story.

Ulangar from these others learned of the remaining two

of Re'u Raduti from Adar

who came from the Sea of Dust

and of Oudun the dwarf of the Crepshaues

the descendants of the first men

from the gigantic Nergal

Thus the ten were known

[ Discussion between Enki, Adar & ulangar (the last 3!). Here is where Adar is to begin training for magic, not book IV. Throw around lots of symbols which will develop later in the epic. Have Adar tell of his children. Discus their origin & why - don't get into Highlander-esque philosophy, but hint at the cycle of threes. Ulangar needs to discuss his vision of Tuoni & have them discuss Phojola, using what they originally said later, put here here instead. Still have Enki discuss heart.

That night instead of Nefthys' loving touch

he consulted Enki about his wisdom

for Ulangar had not known of his new found knowledge

singe the time of the Islands of Iron

Enki started the conversation with such words

`Ah my brother of war and sword

how have you been keeping yourself

I spy your scars and wounds and take note

for the rest have none such things

How did these come about'

Ulangar the master of sword and soul responded

`Your eyes are strong and that mind is swift

Enki of the rose know you not

I fought those Tuoni spawned wraiths in Pohjola

summoned from the deaths

and my guard was lowered and their irons pierced my skins

Your face expresses confusion

Have you not encountered these beasts of shadow

that hunt immortal flesh

until so many have perished by the fist

of one so fragile and strong in bone'

Enki the peace maker and mind master spoke then

`True I have experienced that Surma curse

but these iron wielding wraiths have I not found

Instead I find pastures of green and skies of blue

and trees blooming with fruit painted purple

and I find myself seeking an item

To gain it I must cunningly avoid a guardian

dressed in dark furs with a club'

After such words were spoken by Enki

Ulangar spoke `Ah so I see that you too

have seen that death-master Tuoni who lurks in the dreams

I have spoken to his avatar

and he tells me we cannot be reaped into his grasp

Do you not see what he has told us

We are free to roam without fear my brother

Nothing can kill us and nothing will'

Enki interrupted the speech

`Then explain those who died' he said

`the two who did not survive the ruin of Siglar

We are not free from his grasp

Sometimes we elude Tuoni's grip

but we eight have been lucky' Ulangar kept his tongue still

so Enki continued `My apologies to you

I did not intend to bring your joy to the grave

but my intentions were to gift you with the sight of reality

so come now and cheer that face

and tell me of why you came'

Ulangar sat and collected his thoughts and responded with his lips

`When I first met you on that island

I learned of your mastery of the mind

of those psychic waves and energies

If I could learn to be master of it

then I could truly claim my mastership of the soul

since the mind controls all others'

To these words Enki shook his head and replied

`That old belief was disproved

I reformed that way of thought

and discovered the new part of the body

the heart

If the soul creates the emotions

and the mind creates reason and stores ideas

and the body proper houses all these

then the thing that pulls these three together

is that pumping thing of blood

It must be mastered before the rest

else conflict within will devastate the training of the rest'

Ulangar pondered on these words and asked another question

`What of your system of beliefs

what the ultimate goal of your people

and their way of thinking is'

Enki heard such words and with a laugh responded

`That is a short question which requires a long reply

but perhaps the Muses will aid me in my answer

My peoples believed in the same gods yours did

but the school of thought which I developed

reformed these ancient ways

for the ultimate paradox of religion is that

the gods know

However my belief structure is different than my religion

but it could be called a religion

It does not focus on irrelevant things like

```why the universe was created''' or

```who created the universe'''

Such things can never be answered by us

Instead we focus on each personal ruling force

also known as conscience

and on the mastery of the mind

We strive to be human

because to be a human is to be separate from the natural kingdom

The first human beings tried to do this

with the use of tools and language

but all they did was create an intelligent being

that required from the absence of nature

social interaction

You may ask if this is a contradiction

not calling them true humans

yet saying that they have an absence of nature

Not so

for though they tried to be separate by creating cities

removing much of nature

they still were connected with nature's call

How we strive to be entirely human

is to complete the fissure with nature

by removing all instincts and conditioned responses

so every action is one with the mind'

Ulangar considered this response and worded his next question carefully

`But where I came from

we harnessed our soul to control emotion

to thus be a ```social and complete man'''

Were they wrong in their thought

and you correct'

Enki the maker of peace

smiled at this question and answered with his mouth

`The blue that you learned

is the green that I know'

So was it that Ulangar learned the ambiguous nature of words

]

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 2

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Halfway through that day Ulangar spied another soul

in the condition which was earlier Enki's

Upon snatching this one from the vast

and upon her apparition forming her flesh

he experienced the exchange of thought with her

as when Enki glared into Lamaraz's jewels

her deep black hair reflected no light

resembling the Void which surrounded the tiny well

Nefthys and Lamaraz met with rubies

courtship dreamt in woken minds

[add character development between Lam & Nef]

With rosy-fingered Dawn's awakening

whose light fell upon endless burning buildings

covering the landscape

five of the same sire were found

The first was Nergal a gigantic man

with deep ebony skin

from the Western Wastelands

he wielded a huge axe to match his stature

with two blades each five hands long and two hands wide

and a spear point two hands long and a shaft one meter long

[elaborate on story]

The next was Creusa from the Southern Swamps

she had speed beyond compare with long glossy black hair

wielding two rods each two forearms long

with steel talons of an eagle to tip those metal stalks

[blah blah blah story]

Adar was the next brother found

a giant of flame from that Krox Peninsula

with wings spanning ten meters

and a wooden staff unshatterable and tipped with brazen points

which extended to a length of three meters

[blah blah blah]

Fatirac was also discovered and also known as Inan

a manly woman with blazing red hair and a wide jaw

and a stature to match that maw

and in her sinister she wielded a hammer weighing four stones

and its handle was one meter long

She came from the Eastern Barbaric Forests

where men and woman hunt as one

[blah blah blah]

Finally the brown-hairéd Painex was found

who lived in a human village

which lied between those

Giants of Fire on the Krox Peninsula

peaceful at times great wars at others

With skin dark and Golden Glory she carried an

ashen spear eleven forearms long

and tipped with hard steel

and on her left she held a rounded shield

with a brazen boss and steel rimmed with tassels

It hung from its strap while describing the fate of Painex

the wheel revolved depicting the birth from a ravished mother

and her rapid growth was also depicted as was her skill at arms

it showed when she was three completing the Quest of the Warrior

of her entering a cave and battling blindfolded an agéd giant

not of flame but of the mountains and weak in mind but strong in arms

and showing her valiant spear bury itself deep in the breast of the beast

and it showed her gift of the shield

then the bottom half showed things not yet come to pass

of her wandering the desert and the encounter with Re'u Raduti

one of the Ten and of the desert men's tribe

and of her battles with the Giants of Fire

some victorious and others of retreat

and of Siglar's destruction

and of her physical death and spiritual torment

and of her discovery of the Others

and of her battles with Abhorations

and displayed in the center around the boss

was her body sprawled on dust with arrows bristling from her skin

The Ulangar: Book III, Part 1

This is the start of Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Argument: This is the Book of Immortals, concerning the finding of the Ten and the beginnings of the new universe. It also tells of the refining of the religion Necoism from the teachings of Enki of the Rose.

One prisoner Diomedes asked of the poet these words

"At the beginning you mentioned ten brothers

and that you were one of them

What ever was the fate's will

upon their unearthly flesh O poet and keeper"

These things having been sent through the airs to open ears

Lamaraz responded by drinking ambrosial wine and wholesome bread

and these words "Patience my fellow inmate

you have not listened long enough to answer your question

Now pay attention and your questions shall be filled

After Ulangar forged his tempered steel armor

upon which light glittered off a rounded helm

of a skull and brow reinforce and upper and lower bevor

and rondel and the silvery gorget plate

each four gauge steel hardened to immortal strength

and off of decorated breastplate and its lower

depicting the pinpoint flashes of suns gobbled up

by the black monsters which were then depicted

upon the glittering one gauge backplate

as eating each other off the same platter

and it winked off steel skirt with rump guard

each consisting of sixteen plates riveted with golden spokes

and to these with light of stars glimmering from their rosy heart

the tassets of mysterious steel were hung with the rough hide of Fire Giants

slain in the slaughter of the surface land

and it also flashed reflections off of a shirt of mail

showing beneath the skirt and between the tassets

a coat of mail wrought three-ply with tiny links of gold

and off of the pauldron connected to the breastplate

which then allowed the cowters and vambrace with its cannons

to be hung by golden axles and the gauntlets of well forged tempered steel

and it also shown from the legs of the cuisse and poleyn and greave and sabaton

and thus it shown off the armor whole

he felt his head spin and reel

that feeling of ūser again

So by no natural pull of his own

he led himself to his observatory

where as before Ulangar spied Universe with spinning eyes

but no item save that void of blackness could he detect

Yet that tingling persisted

urging him ever closer to his view

when through the nothing something knotted and twisted

moving silently and waiting

Ulangar wove a net about this knot

and pulled his catch into his moon

When finally the knot was retrieved

a man appeared of familiar shape

Enki of the Rose

Ulangar gave greetings and informed his guest

of the home deep below the surface

Eventually Enki was shown to a bedding chamber

and Ulangar left the brother's side

to pursue untiring in the Void

for signs of other strings

The Ulangar: Book III, Preview

When I came back to Book III, I found it in a state of needing significant updates. There are large sections simply marked "add more", while other sections were marked in detail with what needs to be placed there. The ending to this book had never been written, as it was intended to be a truely large "epic list". By its nature, that list couldn't ever really be complete. For this, I marked those places in square brackets ("[ blah ]") to indicate where my editing notes were.

Also, there were some just general fixes that needed to be done. I noticed that I had made an effort to remove the letter "z" from standard English words, except in names. I think some of those non-z words made it into the other books, but I've been making an effort to just use the standard spelling.

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 12

This ends Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Ulanger then stopped his raping of that blistered cord

and with a joyous laugh saw Man yield his power to the reptile folk

His days alone inside his rocky tomb were not uneventful

he crafted recycling agents for his health and enjoyment

and forged a suit of glittering armor

and discovered his dance with sword and soul

and mastered his weaving of the golden thread

leading to a host of new discoveries

no boundary halts the soul

no metal or element may prohibit the tracing of threads

any stone or word or person may inherit one's power

yet only control of the soul is necessary to implement the spells

From this and wisdom a seed was sowed

to spring a belief or system to be called Necoism

that evil and good are but labels

placed by judgmental wills striving for manipulation

This was the first wrung for his religion

and the second was not far from discovery

As age turned to age and the cork grew lumpéd and pussed

Ulanger from his lofty perch viewed the universe wrap itself into a single clump

and to survive this point Ulangar spun a gigantic tapestry

to throw his Volx into a niche in Universe

a pocket dimension protected from the woes of

the monstrous vortexes consuming everything

In the safety of his lair

Ulangar saw with magic aided vision

his universe eat its own tail

and his eyes of godly magic swelled with memory''

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 11

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

It could be heard among one man speaking to his life-friend

`This one demigod has stolen our birthrights

and we succumb to his terror that spreads like fingers from his malignant hair

This god-sent plague will only stop when he is destroyed

and no one save the undying gods in their highest perch can do such a feat

Let us slaughter a first born lamb and two calves to appease these ungrateful deities

so we may at long last rest in peace from horrors in our retirement'

These words were spoken by the townsmen in their laments

and the highest god of that cult

Ukko was unable to save them from his son

for he makemade this Lamaraz's spirit intangible to god or man

His only available option which he accomplished with a prowess unsurpassed

waswillbe to wait and watch his son destroy his world and worshipers

and Ukko sawwillsee in silence Lamaraz leave to his Volx

with the harvest of Ukko's wealthy planet

Lamaraz having returned to his keep in the same way he left

added the furnishings that make house home

In his lair he set a bed lovely in decoration

and he set stands for treasured armor and weapons

In the laboratory he placed beakers and vials of glass

and jars of herbs and regents

In the training ground he placed mats and rings and exercise equipment

And in that armory he placed his many trophies

plundered from the war gear of the fallen

and he placed a forge of sweltering heat

and buckets of coal and barrels of oil

and an anvil weighing twenty stones

and it was mounted on a one-hundred stone slab

of concrete and mortar and brick

and hammers and tongs of iron

to bend and shape the metals of man

and a workbench of oak and walnut to hold these tools

and a vice to work hot metal

Next to this foundry

Ulangar placed a smelting unit

with millions of tons of ores and pig iron

to supply that burning forge

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 10

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Upon reaching the old turf again

he proceeded to pillage and rape the towns of their goods

and slaughter the men without fear

as a worker of the land would reap the harvest

O Muses it is impossible to remember the names of all the fallen

but the figures of import can come to mind with thy help

Juhilad the son of Fadeu from Laywes Dask

with his shining helm and breastplate of gold

was one of the first to fall by the magical fires

Grudsæ the great hero who developed the land near the Yelkin Olem

was a descendant of Ahto the immortal god of the seas

and it was he who possessed the famed Club of Ahto forged by Ilmarinen

that has the ability to shatter stones and rumble and split the earth

and crush steel four forearms thick with the ease of one hand

his nape was removed from his trunk by that comet blade of Lamaraz

The next great man to die by that Surma-possessed immortal was

the ancient ashen spear wielding Fossergrim son of Laogsed

from the mountains of the first men in Hordac

who was the last survivor of the Hudarc Wars

The next great one was the she-devil Kuan from the North Krox Peninsula

who wielded her broad sword and five-layered shield

which was made from four layers of elephant hide

and one shell of heat-tempered steel

that mystical metal that returns to its original shape when bent

The next giant to perish by the fire brand was Swarthi

a bronze covered rider of the plains of Olem Ramsuk

who cut down his enemies like a tiger rips his prey into mangled carrion

or as a boar butchers his victims with his tusks

with two long blades of weighty bronze

and poisoned spikes in lethal places on the armour

The Fire Giants were next to be slayed in their continents to the east of Siglar

though their history is not known to those of the human race

(too much conflict for understanding to be learned)

The first reptile to die by the flaming cross

was Hia'flox-piogenaft of the clan Grwolp'ninoop-quwoca

who used only his natural claws to shred fragile flesh

and no armor or other hand crafted tools of war were equipped

The next gigantic burning beast brought down by stormy magic

was Warthla'mnoquap-tufon of the Aus'in-aup clan

brave in battle and strong with steel tipped spear

The last strongman giant slayed by Daklov

was Sert son of Adar of the Rugan clan

who are renown for their honor in Arés' art

and wisdom in ruling masses

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 9

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996. This is the last section in the epic that uses sections of that made-up language.

Lamaraz walked to the village from the plain just outside it

and screamed such words again and again

`OPIS MULUM CONYED SEMYED

MULATOC CONYED EUSOTOCYED'<sup>1</sup>

while the people were slayed by his sword and soul

Around and around the globe he flew

spraying all with lethal venom

and burning houses and slaying all

The wingéd snakes of Surthur's realm would he have saved

they touched not him and then they died

and Ulangar was lost in the Hell and Heaven

as Tlepolemos' sire from Oechalia lost his mental battle

to Hera and slayed his children and his wife

but ulusum stops naught for reason's whim

He alone remained on the moon

When at last the burning buildings were lost in darkness

Lamaraz came to rest at the feet of the body of Farfein

and lamented such words in song

`ADALUTAG CES UMASALETOC

DE OLEM LAT

EUS MULOD ACTA

LENTUTOD BRUDID BRUDIM'<sup>2</sup>

After such music had left his throat

and his mouth having been closed

Lamaraz was silent in his mourn

Dawn's rosy-colored fingers fell upon ruined turf

and upon charred remains of cities once grand

and nature had proceeded to regain what was lost

and now twenty-three years later

Ulangar awoke in tears and sweat

cold by nightly frost and scarring dreams uncaring

of the vanity of one man's self image

Thus was Ulangar familiar again with the deed of anger

forged in a black pit of despair and loss

and hammered by the pummeling blows of the sword

and tempered in the fire of huts and mortals dead and dying

Thus the deed remained as strong as steel to memory's faulty way

but if by chance this deed becomes hindered by rust's weakening ability

it would be polished in oil and wool by the immortal flames

which dance unending on that bloody monument of flesh

As Ulangar stood and proceeded to accomplish his morning exercises

he recalled the vision and pushed by curiosity and fate

He tunneled a jaw into the burning ground with magic

and went towards that apex of magic

to find a chest of stony adamantine

and Ulangar created a cavity around this rock

which became his lair and home sweet home

Helethalain sweet Helethalain

To this chamber he in the fashion of Dædalus

who created a labyrinth for heroes to perish in

for that king of the half-bull Minos of Crete

Lamaraz devised a maze for home

and did Ulangar carve from the living stone this same design

passages of twisting corners and warpéd cells for special needs

such as a chamber for experiments

pertaining to the mystic power of herbs and string

where new advances in this mediciney science could be discovered

and also a training ground was provided for

with obstacles and the things which test one's magic of the body

and expand this ability to such great heights

limited by the non boundaries of its potential

Then also were tunneled rooms for bedding

and prisons for binding and keeping

and armories for the housing of spears and shields

and other such implements of weep-wail war

which wretches from one's heart that god called consciousness

which reigns supreme over civilized folk

And so did Ulangar like Vulcan forge the home of god

and with such magnitude did that house envelop Volx

consuming the dwelling of grubs and shrews

while kites in the outer dark did feast on roasted flesh

stunken with decay and death dire

In this two-hundred million hectare landscape

which Ulangar tunneléd with flesh and soul

did he perceive the emptiness filled with future lush ornaments

So Lamaraz traversed that first sphere of the universe

like a worm squirming through the earth

eating the dirt and dust of that dismal element

Or as men crawl through muck and mire

drenched with the blood of friend and fiend and self alike

to advance on an unbeatable foe in mass combat of grand scale

with archers and their grand bows of ivory

and pikemen with their long wands of pointy death

and chariot steersmen and their cars of ferocious hate

and the infantry wallowing in the slime of blood and dirt

which bogs down the fastest messenger whether wingéd or un

Footnotes

1. Translated from Dakish as, "The mentor is not alive; you will not live."
2. Translated from Dakish as:
"My city is dead.
Gods, why have you left?
My sword is gone;
I am left alone again.

The Ulangar: Book II, Part 8

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

That night Ulangar was visited by Shai-Thoth

the transparent eyeball glided over the satellite

and Ulangar saw the many features of the moon

the rivers named after hate and sorrow and lamentation and fire and oblivion

Beyond this watery hole north of the ocean

lies a frozen continent where storms rage

endlessly abusing the tormented land

and a building lies amongst this dire hail

seemingly ruin and encased in centuries of snow and ice

that will not thaw for only once a year shines here that closest star

and then only for mere seconds at a time

The land between the snow-fed ocean and the icy terrain

is a wetland profound as the bog of Serbon

Ulangar saw other continents as well on this globe

surrounded by that toxic water of Brokenia

which was moved to Krox after the Ruthzan creation

by that mage-prince Krutan of Slaverec whose mind was bent by wife

and then it was moved to this Volx after interplanetary travel was possible

As Ulangar continued south again over the ocean

his sight detected the weaving knots of magic strings

They wrapped the moon and through it into two identical globes

a northern one and a southern one

They would connect these yellow strands

at the planetary poles and equator center sphere

but for a vortex at the poles in conical form

the base spanning ten kilometers

and both cones converged at the vertex at the center between the two globes

Here Ulangar discovered the apex of universal magic power

but what lay there he could not see

for the goddess withdrew the sight of Hellethalain

and the horn gate closed and Ulanger passed into the ivory gate

Many years passed since that day

and long was the time that Lamaraz

unlearned his savage ways of etiquette and combat

and long was it till Lamaraz learned the ways of Farfein

One day as the two were sparring

Lamaraz retreated from Farfein's lethal blow

and yielded to catch his breath and to speak these words

`O Farfein my mentor and master

I have trained long and hard to become the man I am

When will you give me my adult name O great mentor

and thus settle my inner peace'

Farfein removed his guard of iron magical

and thrust his sword into the earth

and thought hard on this question and responded

`Indeed your time has come to gain your name

you have learned much and left more behind

There is one thing you need to gain before you earn your name

that numerologically correct set of syllabic symbols

and that is manhood

You refuse to accept the burden of mortality

thus I can give you no other name

then that which you give yourself '

At these words spoken by his mentor

Lamaraz stood glassy-eyed until his rage exploded from his soul

He attacked with sword high and foot fast

and Farfein fell to the blade after the failure of his heart

and the empty shell collapsed in a pool of black

drinking in opened eyed stare