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The Sorceror Denas, Foul and Forgotten
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It is a pity that the gluttenous sorceror Denas is no longer known in this age, though the twisted stump of a tower built solid and thick to support his folds of flesh and sullen, demon-tainted blood yet stands upon the Meddin shore. Sorcerors and witches both are given to the indulgence of base desires, sated upon slaves, impkin and the compelled, but none since have so enslaved themselves to the hungers of the flesh. Naught but a corpulant beast was Denas, a mass of temper and vile hungers, no more restrained by thought than the most ravenous, gaunt of gorgs. In that, he was more true to his corruption than men and women more blackened by the whisper of hearts and nerves than by rotting, sorcerous gifts of the Undergod Freth.
Well for their sport and cruelty do the lascivious of Harumetha and murderous of Magak forget the might of foul Denas. It would weigh heavy upon their hearts that they stood but a tenth advanced upon a path unperceived, undesired, and yet inevitable upon the learning; malign sorceries would wilt, conspiracies become nerveless, murders aimless and seductions dried of vicious gratification. A pleasure I would take in such, but the vermin, filth and black sorceries of Meddin cities have a place within the doom that will come upon this world of men, and naught may stand to block that path.
The last ruins of the tower of Denas crumble upon the Meddin shore at a place once called Marsay. A port city stood there in a past aeon of man, gone to ruins, then mere grass-sands and the cries of the rerak, flocking to each new death upon the shore. Again rose a high-walled port and mighty merchant empire, only to crumble in the manner of all works of man. A third time was Marsay a port in the age of mighty, crystal-walled Yorm, host to a thousand marvels - but of this all, naught is left.
Atop the dust of three cities spread the ample flesh of Denas, and soon will the last of his tower join those remains. Yet a miasma shrouds the base-stones of Denas' tower upon windless days even in this age, ill remnant of a mark of death and doom once spread across the land and those unfortunate enough to be born beneath the sight of a sorceror of power and malign will.
[ Posted by Reason on December 22, 2006 ]
