The Ulangar: Book I, Part 15

This concludes Book I of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996. The next post will continue on to Book II.

From the blackened earth the figure rose

to stand on top the mud and ash and stumps of char

near vile waters infested death

The being named Lamaraz and Ulangar

strode towards that viscous vile

and wove its spells of words and actions

meaning Nothing and Everything `USUD

SARUD PRULAG POXILIDAC DACAT

JALETUP AELOCENUP NAPLOT

WIDALOTSED SELICYED DACATYEDA FODACTIMYEDA' ⁷

and up from its grave came a black alter

glistening with scum from the last light of day

It rose with a bridge of dirt this obsidian table

connecting to the flooding shores of the lakeswamp

Upon this path to the stone of black Lamaraz trotted

uncaring of the poison that licked his feet with vile tongues

To this stone Lamaraz chanted words and his hand

glowed with unnatural light and through the stone

the arm cut a top separate from the base

and it fell next to the base onto soiled earth

Upon this base and this top his hand of blue

carved the shape of the brazen-horned-tusked blade

and into this cast the hard earned elements

were placed with care to their proportions

three parts Hordac were placed onto the cast entire

one part Surthur in both blade was placed

two parts Blue throughout its length

eight parts Orchid to rejuvenate the magic

and ten for Steel to be mixed throughout

These were crushed and both components were placed

with care upon one another with magic

Ulangar knelt and energy surged with effort

and such words were spoken by use of the voice

`FEBASYED DELATYED MULOM

FEBASIMUP OCOT BROCENUMAT

MEGENAT DELAT ULUDOTIT

HAPTA ACTISOD BRUDEDAG

MYT DUGYED ECAT

BRU RECADOC DIDAC

FEBASYED DELATYED MULAT' ⁸

and from these words the edge was forged

and Ulangar moved the top with the body

and lifted the newly made sword

Its hilt flashed in the fading sunlight

looking like hard blue steel

The length of the keen edge extended one and a half meters

Upon this blade he used his loom

to change its appearance and feel and balance

and Ulangar gave it yarn of its own

Having been completed his first true labor

rewarded with this magnificent sword

which emitted a brilliant blue glow

throbbing to a beat like a heart as if the

thing had Life und Conciousness own

The crossbar was fangs a pair of brazen horns

and the pommel was a dark blue gem

which glittered off the mud like the morning star

which casts away the darkness back into its infernal abyss

And at last Ulangar walked from this altar

and lay down at the foot of the charred ruins

of Tree-Stump-Kindling and with the sword

in his grasp like a lover

Ulangar fell asleep''

Footnotes:

7 - Translated from Dakish as:

Rise

from your watery depths up to this air

and be free of your grave at last

8 - Translated from Dakish as:

This shall be my blade.

Form to sharpness in Flame;

My soul you may share.

Invincible against the many;

Fear you shall inflict.

Together we shall rule!

You shall be my blade.

The Ulangar: Book I, Part 14

This continues the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The room contained plant-life desks and

plant-life chairs but little concern did he hold

towards these for ūser ⁶ had entered his body

He was drawn out to the hallway

from a northern door and instinct moved his body

in blinding speed downward

through staircases and twisting passages

His body stopped but the ūser was unyielding

His naked feet moved across dirt and

Gray Eyes scanned shelves wood with

jars and vials littering them to the left

and right a waist high table

covered with debris was standing with footsteps

stalking from its darkened side

A man came from this void

wearing a blue robe that turned violet-black in the

orange light of the globes

Eyes met and locked in that position

four eyes like gems cut from the same rock

mirrored each other in infinite pairs

Lamaraz was shook by waves of information

that rumbled like thunder past his brain

This was Enki a master of the mind as Ulangar

was a master of the soul and this other held

the knowledge to the locations of the herbs

They learned this and more as wordless language

passed between four eyes

Timeless flashed up and down as

wordless wisdom was sent and received

These two fell to dirt in silent sleep

and awoke when other

They were brothers of heart

No words were necessary for they

understood the other's thoughts

and ūser left None

New found knowledge was still being organised

as the two stood up and looked at each other

again as though each was a reflection on lead

but which was the originator of the image was uncertain

The robed one nodded in response to

Lamaraz's unspoken desire and moved to a

shelf where he gathered vials and jars

of green herbs blue leaves gray stalks

each with a label in unknown script yet known

He needed not to look upon those labels

for he knew that Enki had done him right

and with another nod he sank into the earth

leaving Enki to his psychic studies

Footnotes:

6 - A word from Dakish meaning an irresistible summoning or calling to go somewhere or to do something. Closest to divine inspiration, which is the drive to act not because you want to, but because you have to.

The Ulangar: Book I, Part 13

This continues the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

There was the clearing of which he knew before his eyes

by books and tomes of places

but also there was a building which should not be

The fabled pond which sprung life to the stalk was dead

and a building of vegetable matter

was a monument to the stalk's extinction

The dogs sprang from the lightless forest

onto the rugged leafless rock

and spirit sank into the earth

and having been risen twenty meters away

spirit saw old body jumped by dogs

and Lamaraz felt the pain

as his flesh was ripped from the bone

and the stone was sprayed with sticky scarlet

Spirit rose above the flood

and Lamaraz saw his bleeding body disintegrate into dust

as spirit was encased in flesh and bone

Soul and Mind moved to new body

and the dogs fled in fear of Unnatural

New flesh was shredded as old body was

before the reforming to dust and ash

Summoning inner will to move his limbs

he focused his mind and mumbled wordless words

over and over and over andc

`ROMULUT EUSEMUT ECOM DELATYED DUCYED' ⁴

and soul energy entered his body as its breathing mouths

closed themselves and stopped their endless murmuring

and Lamaraz stood one again

He searched around the building all

and to his eyes did no steel stalk appear

Sound of familiar dogs echoed in his ears

and shouts of men quickly followed

The men came out oforest gray

with the dogs in front with jaws agape

The strangely adorned men had metal devices

atop their heads with wires and knobs sprouting from

and in their hands were held strange looking daggers

with holes in the tips and made from yellow metal

The men pointed these devices at Lamaraz

and rays of light erupted from their length

They stretched along the twenty paces to reach

the flesh of the naked seeker of herbs

and continued their path until they reached the vegetable house

Lamaraz did not feel their path and ignored the dog-leaders

his hands reached for the distant

plant-life wall and he focused the energy of the soul

and chanted such wordless words to further this focusing

`LAXOCUTAG DINOCATOC DELAUB' ⁵

and the wall did his bidding

and he journeyed into Reczhac Dask

The room was illuminated by globes

similar to those in mountain caves

but these emitted an orange glow

which covered the room like a cloak of the same hue

and the plants reformed behind him

Footnotes:

4 - Translated from Dakish as "Magic life, enter my body."
5 - Translated from Dakish as "Plants, you will move away from me."

The Ulangar: Book I, Part 12

This continues the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The mist rose from the forest earth

to collect around the ash of stumps

and the clumped form around Tree

stood above the mist

fell to the starry heavens

grasping for mother ash

The clump of flesh moved from Tree

but could not go further than his grasp on the herbs

Stirred by this action flesh awoke

and withdrew the herbs from the tree

Suddenly to the surprise of the eyes of flesh

the sturdy Iron dissolved and dissipated to dust and ash

the remains of fire and disaster

Thus all trees were identical

Thus all trees were stumps of char

and the vision was forgotten as mist in the breeze

vanishes from the eyes of the onlooker

Vivacity and vigor rippled through flesh

who was naked and held the likeness

of Lamaraz the Mage with magic and life restored

He roused himself from the sleep

and stood upon the ash of the oasis

next to a pond of sludge with

fish dead upon its slick unstirring surface

 

Hard-skinned Lamaraz dropped the herbs from

the clutches of his steel vice grip

and sank into the mud and ash

to rise again from the earth

on the border between Water and Earth and Air

where the sea runs its endless drift

thundering to pound on coastal mud

with breeze running along its journey

with the flavor of salt and Ahto in its midst

He looked about the sandy beach

and saw a gray forest with a gigantic vegetable building

looming in the background as a sneese hangs on in the nose

Thirty paces he went on the beach of grain

and thence went twelve paces on the grassy mud

to enter that jungle of blacky-white with a hint of green

The forest trees reached forty meters to the air

and were packed together in close-knit families

The sound of dogs was kissed in the wind

as the sun is hinted at by the moon

Lamaraz knew that there was a clearing on this shadowy isle

near the foot hills of the mountains to the north

away from the whistles of curs

So north he went to find the steel stalk

and the screams of wild dogs rang out through the forest

So north he ran from the terror fangs

but faster north came the fury c/fur

Lamaraz knew the clearing not far ahead

so faster his legs went across the treacherous terrain

dodging the towering trees Stopped

The Ulangar: Book I, Part 11

This continues the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Rosy-fingered Dawn awoke on the knoll

with her digits stretching into the sky

blocked by thick and pendulous clouds

and rain was foretold in the scent of the sky

Æolus urged his beasts still faster

and they raced across the ground carrying with them

sand that had not been moved in a hundred years

They bit into the leather of Lamaraz

who awoke at the snarl of the mighty Creatures

`As told in accurate pages of history

there has never been such weather in this place

Never' thought Lamaraz in complete and Orange Fear

In the wind he heard the sounds of battle

raging between two colossal titans

coming from below the knoll just behind Tree

As he went around this Iron

he noticed snow on what was once burning grass

around the slag of stumps

The wind suddenly stopped

as Lamaraz spotted two great figures

one wearing a cloak of black goat fur

the other wearing a loincloth of red

held up by a great leather girdle

with a silver buckle upon it

which held a strange golden symbol upon it

a vertical scepter in the middle of

a recurve bow with the string pointing up

It aroused ancient thoughts in Lamaraz

as though the past was will be the key to this enigma

so he stored it for future passed recall

This same man in the red of a loincloth

held in his hands a magnificent sword

on which the blade had an eerie blue glow to it

throbbing to a beat like a heart as if the

thing had Life und Consciousness own

The height reached one and a half meters

The head had fangs a pair of brazen horns

shimmering from the cloudy sun

and the eye was a dark blue gem

which glittered off the snow like the morning star

which casts away the darkness back into its infernal abyss

The cloakéd man stood at almost two meters tall

and he too carried a sword of magic

but this weapon did not quite reach an arm in length

Its long curved black blade appeared to absorb

the light that both fell from the sky

and reflected off the powder'd snow

Its hilt carried a short crossbar

with the semblance of wings of bats

and a handle just barely long enough to fit

two hands upon such a wicked weapon

The two monstrous forms charged from forty paces

with blades ripping the distance between them

as a tiger rips its wild prey

The bat wing sword was far lighter and quicker

than its bastard brother slow and heavy

Fast jabs and quick parries out sped its adversary

but the wielder of the Great Sword had youth

His young form moved with ease from the vengeful

Bat while great weapon Blue

sieged mighty blows to his other

This battle continued with no blows to weaker flesh

but suddenly the youth flipped out of the way of the bat

and drew a main gauche of sturdy steel

and the wielder of the bat beamed

Goat crouched for Youth's charge

and slashed Bat and parried Bat

with dagger but resisted not the slash

hit true its target across the belly of Youth

and Blue slid into Goat in an orgasmic scream

slipping through the black gore of innards

The blood ran from the carcass

free at last from that cage of flesh

and dropped to the ground as a waterfall roars into the sea

to traverse the currents crossed by ships

to only end up in the river again

to fall off the falls

But the Bat-wielding Goat did not flinch

and promptly shaved the head off Youth

and pulled himself out of his love-lock with the headless one

and removed the sword from his belly

and picked up the head and body and swords

and removed himself by mending cloak

to disappear into dust and Beast Creature summoned by Æolus

picked up again in speed carrying with it

the sand of ages then sliced flesh into ribbons

The Ulangar: Book I, Part 10

This continues the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The oasis was warm with a cool breeze

blowing through the tall tropical trees

rustling the leaves like

the sound of a sea at low tide or as

water sprays into the heavens

to drop onto sandy beaches

The pool of water by these trees

had tiny ripples curling over its surface

making noises on its journey none could hear

too gentle was that summer zephyr

to summon a water sound

Next to that Ahto element

was a field of grass and trees

Next to that was a pool of sand

from whence now did a head rise

The head grew shoulders and then a chest

and then a waist and then a pair of legs

to end with feet in full height of a man

naked with roots in his callused hands

He deposited the roots in Tree

to join with the orange orchids

Ulangar felt his energy sapped

weakened from spilling on frivolous rugs

The meat on his bones hung limp as fish

rotting on lines strung out in the sky

having not rested his gems for many a fortnight

So against Tree sat he

and rested his heavy head upon the Iron

and the jewels went dim

 

Lamaraz awoke on the sand

it was not cold as he expected it to be

He smelled carbon in the air

as black smoke rose into the heavens from the knoll

The spot of life in the field of lifelessness was burning

Racing up to the top of the oasis

Lamaraz saw the pool of water

burning in blue flame

the light which the gas of fossils gives when ignited

The grass and trees too were dancing in flame

like wheat waving in the wind

Lamaraz tried to knit prevention

but no wool did his Soul possess

So the fire licked its vile tongue about the sanctuary

in a lazy dance which moved from this spot to that spot

never returning to a once spent spot

But then he saw Tree

untouched by fire and heat

Beautiful emerald leaves glistened in the haze

and monotone solid Iron

refuge to the herbs

All rage and sorrow left him

leaving an empty cinder

He looked inside the womb of Tree

to see his herbs unharmed by flame

So Lamaraz settled down around Tree again

and Shai-Maât blessed his spirit with her breath

The Ulangar: Book I, Part 9

This continues the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

He started to go into his mystic trance

to go to the lands of King Surthur

and his followers the Fire Giants

to gain the fire root

Into the earth he fell

gliding among the rocks and dirt

to rise again on the northern part of the

Krox Peninsula east of the Braken desert

in a small ravine with a stream

that traveled in a southern direction

into the heart of the Red Swamp

The walls of the ravine stretched

up to a full twenty feet

not smooth but broken and crumbling

Lamaraz decided to follow the nameless creek

on its muddy shores

and for a hundred kilometers he traveled

watching the fish in the rivulet

flowing down small falls

with the current of the brook

leaping and diving through the warm water

Down the gentle slope of the bank went he

until he came to a lake one kilometer wide

where the creek and other waterways intersected

with a large river named the Phlegethon

where the temperature is always

ninety-eight degrees Celsius

heated by pits of molten earth

near the surface of Siglar

It is here that the Fire Giants

had their mill one of thousands

operating by wind and gravity

which added ingredients

to the lake to make it nutritious and good

to the owners of the mill

but poison to all else

This same solution surrounds the

coast of the Brakenia and Unikul to the north

where these Giants first began to spawn

It is a gelatinous hot substance

which the Fire Giants learned to make

to move themselves from the Sea of Dust

once bountiful and beautiful

until Prince Krutan spoke that Sacred Name

These figures were at work at the mill

standing half again to Lamaraz

Three meters they stood

with shoulders the length of an arm span

and biceps the size of boulders

The muscles coiled under flesh

like pythons ready for the kill

or springs prepared to pounce with titan power

Their flesh was fire frozen in space

and plastered onto muscles and tendons

as a decorator would apply wallpaper

They had scales resembling flames

shaped like triangles with colors

of red and white and yellow and orange

and straight copper wire for hair

which was bent down their neck

These gigantic men transported brown sacks

of ingredients used to make the poison

not small as small goes

nor big as big goes

just the size of a mature bovine

Lamaraz knew that south of the mill

the Red Swamp loomed just beyond Anshar and Kishar

It was there that the fire root blossomed

by the nutrition of the poison of the giants of flame

It was there he must go

into the middle of the land of these giants

where death held its grim face

in every sloshy footstep

So he went south

where he concealed himself in the brush of the quagmire

against the ever probing eyes of the Giants of Fire

The sludge was acid

hot and fiery and burning

deteriorating unprotected flesh

but the skin of Lamaraz

was hardened by the Desert and Shimir'Leh

which leaves its leathery brand

for all to see for the rest of the victim's life

The liquid also gave off a putrid odor

a combination of roses and mustard gas and sulfur

The brush held many stalks of Flågna

the source of the fire root

Thousands of these weeds covered the marsh

standing one and a half meters

and many did Lamaraz pull

and removed them from the root

Lamaraz after grabbing a handful of the root

was about to meld into the earth

but there was no Earth nor Water

only Air and Fire

So north he went into the dirt and Earth

constantly cautious of the Giants

He went unseen he left unseen

and he faded into the earth unseen