Day 4: The Battle with Greed

Now, before I continue, I must discuss two things. They are essential and I hope interesing. Here we go:

The thing about Billy is that no one understands him. While it IS true that his job involves carefully handling clichés, he in fact has the most confusing and obscure speech in all of Prokulpia. This is because he can see into the future, and that is because he is also a seer. Hence his clichés are often from Eras long gone or eras that will come, rendering him incomprehensible. What is further incomprehensible, is the fact that he was in the hands of the Giant, inspite of having the gift of Sight.

Now, here is the second thing, and it is the thing about Greed. Greed was a giant, even as Giants go. Towering a few hundred feet into the air, his head had access to regions that would give Fernkellis nose-bleeds. He is also known for being exceptionally Greedy. It is thought that most of the wars waged on his Fields were engineered by him. For this, and other thousands of exceptionally nasty tales, legends, and myths, he is likened to a God. The God of Greed. A punishment for those who sport Avarice and a tribute to what avarice leads you to become.

When Ogloromn looked up at the towering height of the giant, his first thought went to Billy's unfailing incompetence. The second went to his fast failing courage. He looked at Fernkellis through quivering eyes and managed a "What do we do?" The answer was rather unpleasant. Namely because there was none. Fernkellis was already soaring high in the air attacking the Giants brow with futility.

Giants. As Greed lurched towards him, Ogloromn was overwhelmed by his presence. The air cracked with each wave of its arm, the earth shattered with every step, and the ground shook before him as if in the process of losing its very essence. A terrifying experience all round.

As Ogloromn stood petrified in his place, he noticed Fickerfut riding up towards the giant. It was a dangerous task, in his atempts to swat Fernkellis, the giant was stepping about completely at random and came close to squashing the Rider and his steed on anumber of occassions. Only with deft manouvering could Fickerfut manage his circituous route around the giant's feet. And each footfall was like a crack of thunder followed by an earth quake, threatening to throw the rider off. After a few rounds of this dangerous game Fickerfut came to where Ogloromn stood gaping. Quickly he thrust a piece of strong Knotted vine into Ogloromn's hands. Fickerfut tapped him gently on the shoulder and Ogloromn snapped out of his stupor. "Quickly, now," said Fickerfut,"We haven't got much time. Fernkellis can't distract him for much longer. Ogloromn, now is the time. You are a puller of dragons. You must act now. Only you can bring the giant down."

Ogloromn, standing for so long, filled with fear felt a wierd sort of warmth gather itself up his spine. Blood rushed to every limb as he began to run round the giant. The air around him was cold and clear and an odd joy filled his mind. Everything stopped around him. All he felt was the rumbling of the giants footsteps. all he heard was the crash of the giants feet, and his own breath in the air. Are he could smell was the cutting cold of fresh air with each exhilarated breath. And all he saw was the narrow circular path he had around the giants heels. He felt the rush of adventure.

Fickerfut was right that Ogloromn had not much time. A few minutes into his run, he noticed Fernkellis swoop and fall, his wing horribly mangled. The giant had struck! Quickly he raced around the giant one more time, Fickerfut was distracting the giant now. One more weave and now Ogloromn ran and ran for his life, away from the giant, opposite to where Fickerfut had pegged his end of the rope into th ground. With all the strength he could muster Ogloromn PULLED. And as the rope tore at his hands he stained every muscle to tighten its grip on the giants legs and finally, losing balance the great beast fell.

Ogloromn was rushing away racing the wind that born from the giants fall. The impact was so great it knocked him flat onto the ground, and it took him a few minutes to reorient himself. As he regained his balance, he could see Fernkellis and Fickerfut desparately wrech Billy from the giants hands and run in his direction. He ran too and soon they hid themselves in one of the bordering patches of wood. They found an uprooted oak that gave shelter and quickly settled down. It wood be long before it was safe to venture out again so they made themselves comfortable. Ogloromn said", That was fantastic!!" "Unbelievable!" said Fernkellis. "Quite astounding!" exclaimed Fickerfut. "What a rush!" said Billy. As usual, he made no sense. "I am quite glad the Necromancer chose to come." This time he made even less sense than usual.

The Third Day for Prokulpia

The only things holding Ogloromn in the air were Fernkellis' arms. And it was a good thing that they were strong, for they were holding Ogloromn about 200 feet up in the air, as the Lands of Prokulpia zoomed beneath him. As he looked through the trees of the second dense forest he had come across in a days time, he saw the flicker of Fickerfut and his steed and they galloped through the woods at breakneck speed. How he managed it, Fickerfut alone could tell. And perhaps his horse could tell as well.

He gazed now at the breath-taking scenery below and pondered(a habit of his) over the vast wealth of places he had seen in the past hour. Prokulpia was truly a vast and wonderous place. And he should have known it. He had been from country to country, land to land, for the sake of his hunts. It was just, that strapped under the harness of the immense dragon cart, which no horse could pull for fear of the dragon, he had never had a chance to take any of it in. Only now, flying high, far from his true home, could he really appreciate the immensity and beauty of the land his home had had the fortune of being part of. They had crossed a desert of ice and snow, that was ground down like like dust where light refracted from every point on the surface. The had flown over vast patchwork expanses of night and day, inhabiting the same place at the same time. They had crossed two enormous jungles that withheld creatures beyond description from the blue skies above, which had had the first chance to look up to and admire. All this he saw.

And yet the greatest thrill he felt was far removed from the sights bestowed upon him by Fernkellis' wings. It was an immense feeling of freedom and joy, from the knowledge that he was pulling a cart no more and out to have some fun. It puzzled him still the Fernkellis and Fickerfut would need him for such an expedition. But before he could ask, he felt his feet touching ground.

He looked about him. On his side, Fickerfut had come to a stop and was gazing intently on to the plain that they found themselves in. "What", said Fickerfut,"Do you reckon we should do?" Ogloromn looked ahead. "What, pray tell, can we do?" replied Fernkellis. Fickerfut smiled. "I suppose," he said, we are left no option but to go on." Fernkellis smiled in reply. At this point Ogloromn thought it wise to ask"Is there a problem?""No,"answered Fernkellis,"only, This is where the fun really starts." and started moving forward. Fickerfut reared his horse once and dismounted. "It would do well", said Fickerfut "for you to cross now with us, and to do so with both silence...and discretion. For we now enter the land of Greed."

Ogloromn was awed by this fact. The lands of Greed were what he had heard about from travellers as a child and drunken warriors as a cart puller. Apparently they had enormous power, perilous to anyone indiscreet. They were also called the Lands of Promise by some, for what they did was make the offhand remarks of a weary traveller become full fledged promises that would always come true. Many battles had been fought here because kings expected to win, just because they had said so. But this had never happened. That is why, it was supposed that the promises should be offhand. Indiscretion was punished. Why the Lands of Greed then? That question was answered by the Giant thundering before them, Waving an axe in his left hand, and Billy in his right.

The number one story continues!

When we left off our hero, Ogloromn, he was pondering. About the One meant for Fun. Around this time it was that he flew through the air, his feet striking the leaves of the passing Prickerelion-Marsh Hummers. What are Prickerelion-Marsh Hummers you ask. Well to put it simply(which is impossible)they are birds. Birds born of fruit. A tree adapted itself so well to using birds as carriers for pollen, that it now sports birds as its off shot fruits. Don't ask for the details; they are unpleasant.

At any rate flying through the air is neither customary or natural, at least not in Prokulpia and at least not yet. Thus you cannot fault Ogloromn for being surprised. He found soon that, Dragon Hunt be damned, he was in the arms of Fernkellis, the local wingnut. With a special set of feathers obtained from Inventress Tink, he flew regularly, but rarely with passengers.

"Hey what's all this?!?" yelled Ogloromn in indignation."I have a dragon hunt to go to i have!!" His scorn fell on deaf ears. He flew and flew, the wind in his ears for how many miles he could not tell. When he was set down, they were deep in the jungle. He looked about himself, lost and confused. Fernkellis had landed him beside Fickerfut the rider. Then Fernkellis spoke,"Been enjoying hunting dragons?" He had a sort of weird mischievous grin that went perfectly well with his golden wind tossed hair. "No" was all Ogloromn could say. "I was pullin the dragoncart like i always done. And it wasn't much for enjoyment, either. Its my job." "Well", said Fernkellis,"You'll love this then", another grin" We're out to have a bit of fun!"

THE Story, and it IS number one.

Ogloromn was his name. It was terrible. It remeinded him of the beasts of the jungle. He wished his name could be otherwise, but it was not. What is it with names, he thought, that gives them the power to decide fate? Arvaril the smithy, had been taken on as apprentice to the king, by virtue of his name. Carper Adiyismal had gone instead straight to the Gaol, because of his name. And Ogloromn? what of him? Not that he had had the chance to escape a fate of danger or excitement. Nooo, that would be too clichéd. He was a dragon hunter. Or rather a Dragon Slayer. Or rather part of the mutt team that drew the carcass of the Dragon from the cave on a slay after it was killed. Which was very exciting. And moreover exhausting. And over to the extent of just dropping out of the sky, it was not fun. Fun. That's what Ogloromn wanted. To have fun. Not to be poetic like Vyrjill. Or strong like Vronx. Or curious like Pekintook. He wanted fun just like, like.......Like who?

Ogloromn was standing on the Hillock, a hovel and a yard from Erodukes Country (not a pleasant place to be standing) and as he stood and waited for the signal of the Arrowed Uke, he could not recall a single person with a name that meant he could have fun. Engnio was ambitious, he would grow up to be the dark and sinister evil darkhorse too cool too bad whatnot. Arbit was offhand. Wfwertfqwef was insane(they designated that! good holmr!) And even Billy had the job of inane clichés. Who was for having fun. He pondered.

Story 1

I present to you now a story. A story with no beginning no end just a middle. It will be the first but not the last. No i forbid it. Too late, shoo! Its done. Forbidden! gone! Now i will tell you the story. This story has a purpose. I like people. I want people to tell me what happens in the story. I will make it come true. I want people not to tell me what happens, for then, i will still make it come true! Haha! Such is the power of Prokulpia! Heaven on Earth.

Odd Turf

I am a perfectionist. ntil perfect i cannot present. I shall not be a writer, for a writer knows what to do and does it. He feels it in his heart. He has confidence in his words. I have none of these. I am muddled, and cluttered and odd and i can't finish anything for fear of its begining. I can't even spell right. But do i care? Hell no! That is why i live here in Prokulpia, a land, my land, the land of free verse. Just odds and ends. No beginnings just middles. And interwoven intimately into the very fabric of my words a careless randomness that may chose to give birth to wonderful literary creations.....or not. But i don't care! Prokulpia is my land! the land of Free Verse. Anything goes cause i say it will. It is my land to the out.

One Week

One week, that's all i give you,
One week, of all legends,
One week they stay within you,
One week, Prokulpia ends.