Etak'asis has an oasis
Etak'asis, one with the land, answers questions. Those who wander
the desert and stumble upon him will be met with snarky comments on how
they dress. "Is paleo in again?" or "is that hemp thread? ha-ah-ha!"
On a stone tablet words are carved:
"in those days
in those distant days
In the nights
In those ancient nights
of the distant years
in those ancient years
when everything was given their place
and bread was found in the sacred shrines of the land
and the shrines had ben lighted
When the heavens were separated from the land,
when the trees were to hold the heavens
when mankind was given their place"
The seemingly dated stone tablet tells you of days distant and fearful nights. When clans ruled the lands, and kings, former brutal warlords, established castles or cities to govern and make themselves god.
When the lay of the land and way of world was not yet made clear by science, but shrouded by magic and superstition. When alchymists and magi advised the king, and books and pergament were of obscure and unachievable value for they held the key to the cosmos.
Here he stands, Etak'asish, banished by his house. Made to roam the lands like beast or fowl. A shovel he had. A home he had not.
"May your bread burn!" were his last words to them.
Having walked far from his village he decided to dig a hole. Twilight held its gloomy hands around the heavens and Etak'asish was scared. In the dark, images of Khumbaba, as carved into the stony walls of Ur, haunted his thoughts. Khumbaba, now not in stone, but in feather and flesh, and sharp teeth for the sole purpose of puncturing human skin.
he murmur'd a blessing of the earth: "fuck, man"
From the stars, Enlil and Enki shone but their hateful eyes burned him, for he knew they were not forgiving gods. The more he pleaded the more they scorched him. When Etak'asish were to depart from this world would their astral gauntlet embrace him in benevolence and deem him worthy of eternity with his kin? Or would they rip his eternal soul apart to be cast in the cauldrons of the abyss?
Etak'asish wakes. Crouching in the hole he dug for himself the desert wind from west shakes his head and sands his eyes. He turns against it, leaning his head on the soil. The hair muddies from the wet soil. Wet soil seeps down into the hole, which fills up, covering the corpus of Etak'asish, sealing him with the land "where's me massage lady ya dumb dacking dessert?"
On a stone tablet words are carved:
"in those days
in those distant days
In the nights
In those ancient nights
of the distant years
in those ancient years
when everything was given their place
and bread was found in the sacred shrines of the land
and the shrines had ben lighted
When the heavens were separated from the land,
when the trees were to hold the heavens
when mankind was given their place"
The seemingly dated stone tablet tells you of days distant and fearful nights. When clans ruled the lands, and kings, former brutal warlords, established castles or cities to govern and make themselves god.
When the lay of the land and way of world was not yet made clear by science, but shrouded by magic and superstition. When alchymists and magi advised the king, and books and pergament were of obscure and unachievable value for they held the key to the cosmos.
Here he stands, Etak'asish, banished by his house. Made to roam the lands like beast or fowl. A shovel he had. A home he had not.
"May your bread burn!" were his last words to them.
Having walked far from his village he decided to dig a hole. Twilight held its gloomy hands around the heavens and Etak'asish was scared. In the dark, images of Khumbaba, as carved into the stony walls of Ur, haunted his thoughts. Khumbaba, now not in stone, but in feather and flesh, and sharp teeth for the sole purpose of puncturing human skin.
he murmur'd a blessing of the earth: "fuck, man"
From the stars, Enlil and Enki shone but their hateful eyes burned him, for he knew they were not forgiving gods. The more he pleaded the more they scorched him. When Etak'asish were to depart from this world would their astral gauntlet embrace him in benevolence and deem him worthy of eternity with his kin? Or would they rip his eternal soul apart to be cast in the cauldrons of the abyss?
Etak'asish wakes. Crouching in the hole he dug for himself the desert wind from west shakes his head and sands his eyes. He turns against it, leaning his head on the soil. The hair muddies from the wet soil. Wet soil seeps down into the hole, which fills up, covering the corpus of Etak'asish, sealing him with the land "where's me massage lady ya dumb dacking dessert?"
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