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THE ARCHITECT A Thesis Presented to The Graduate Faculty of The University of Akron In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for the Degree Master of Fine Arts Cody Rush-Ossenbeck July 2011 THE ARCHITECT Cody Rush-Ossenbeck Thesis Approved: Accepted: ______________________________ ________________________________ Advisor Dean of the College Eric Wasserman Dr. Chand Midha ______________________________ ________________________________ Faculty Reader Dean of the Graduate School David Giffels Dr. George R. Newkome ______________________________ ________________________________ Department Chair Date Dr. Michael Schuldinger ii TABLE OF CONTENTS Page CHAPTER I. PROLOGUE…………………………………………………………..…………...….1 II. BEGINNINGS………………………………………………………..…………..…15 III. REVELATIONS……………………………………………………..……………..22 IV. EXODUS…………………………………………………………..……………….44 V. ENCOUNTER…………………………………………………..…………………..65 VI. CAPTURE………………………………………………………...………………...72 VII. THE ARCHITECT………………………………………………...……………….89 VIII. FOUNDATION………………………………………………….………………107 IX. THE KEY…………………………………………………………….……………113 X. REFUGEES……………………………………………………………..………….136 XI. THE PRIEST………………………………………………………….…………....154 XII. THE RETURN…………………………………………………….……………...164 XIII. THE DARK……………………………………………………….……………..181 XIV. THE CAVERNS………………………………………………………………...184 XV. REUNITED……………………………………………………………………….195 XVI. THE PEOPLE……………………………………………………………………210 XVII. LEADERSHIP………………………………………………………………….230 XVIII. NEIGHBORS…………………………………………………………...……..235 iii XIX. WARRIORS……………………………………………………………………..246 XX. THE FEAST……………………………………………………………………....260 XXI. THE BOATBUILDER…………………………………………………………..272 XXII. LAST OF THE VASH’JIR………………………………………………...……294 XXIII. RISING TENSIONS…………………………………………………………..305 XXIV. MASTERPIECE……………………………………………………………….318 XXV. AFTERMATH………………………………………………………………….329 XXVI. WAR…………………………………………………………………………...335 XXVII. COLLAPSE…………………………………………………………………...350 XXVIII. THE CUBE………………………………………...………………………...353 XXIX. THE SHIPS…………………………………………………………………….355 iv CHAPTER I PROLOGUE The oldest stories tell of the wanderer, the great being that was born of the void. Nothing was before IT, and after our world will perish in the golden fire of the end days, IT will remain. The stars were IT’s home, the lights that lead our way through the burning night, and for untold eons, IT journeyed. The wanderer opened IT’s maw and spoke, and from that first sound, the drippings of all creation were splayed forth upon the canvas of the sky. That word was EA, the resounding syllable that beats within all living creatures. The sound first gave birth to the wraiths, creatures without form and only felt today by their presence. They were born, and knew by their birth that the great one had called them to do IT’s bidding. It was these beings that first gave life to the worlds above and below. Using their powers, they created Atharongor out of the brightest stars, and blew with sweet breath until the land was cooled. But the heart of the world was not cooled. That is why the caverns and deep places of the world still burn, and keep our people warm. It was then that the Wraiths saw that they were not alone. A great being was formed from the heat and anger at the center of the world. The being is given no name in our tradition, he is only known as the One That Is. The One’s only purpose was to fight the forces of 1 creation that made the world, that forced the pieces together and trapped the great energy beneath. Seeking to free itself, The One stirred up the deep fires of Atharongor. The echoes within the world continued to shake the matter of the planet, and the world was not stable. Mountains reared up, and fell, crushing creatures made of the fiery oceans that threatened to burst out of the insides. In a final attempt to combat the enormous powers of the planet, the shades in all of their numbers lay themselves interwoven like a great blanket to hold in the powers of the underworld. They pulled and pushed against it, and many of them were burned and cooked into nothingness as the world fought against them. But the world held. In its fury, The One burned the top of the world into a hardened shell, imprisoning himself inside his own cage. Only a few of the wraiths remained. They wandered the world for many countless years, mourning their dead brothers and sisters. Eventually, when the lush places of the world grew with fern and tree, and the rains formed streams and rivers, these creatures stayed, becoming guardians of the natural world. Eventually, the strongest of them, without the direction of EA, who had become silent, these would become gods of their own. But the last breath of The One, before the sealing of his prison, had bubbled through the deep earth until it released itself through the soil and rock. EA, in IT’s last act on the planet, saw that this was the pent up energy of the great planet, the frustration of untold potential for creation. EA sent down from the deep regions of the universe a great meteor, on which was the spark of intelligence. 2 With its impact upon the breath of The One, in a flash, the first people were born, huddled, together. For a time they had no language, and were afraid of one another. Eventually they learned to communicate desire with hands and to work together to hunt down the animals that had begun to breed on the surface of Atharongor. But for a long time there was a great cold darkness, and the earth was covered with sheets of ice and snow. The game was scarce, and people were afraid. Man hunted, made weapons, and learned to make fire. There was a great realm as far as the eyes could see, and the people of the earth grew fat and were contented by the rich fields and forests, rivers and seas. About wet places they began to tend crops and raise flocks, and to live together in the first villages. These men were fierce and untamed by thought or reason, only using their undeveloped intellect to survive. They chose not to further themselves, instead reveling in their simplicity. At the time the world was bright and the land was lush with vegetation. The great oceans covered everything save three great bastions of soil, one to the south, one to the east, and one to the west. At the center these places met in lands that were covered in rivers, and were full of fruits and many animals. Many people gathered there because of the rich land, and because the land was the crossroads of their world. There were many tribes, each with a chief. Unh, a peace-lord of his tribe, was one such leader. One day he was hunting the great stag which lived in his lands, which were of a marvelous height, twice the size of a stag today. He viewed from afar a great beast, the likes of which had never been seen. In the common languages, it appeared as an Aurochs, one of the last monsters of the first time of darkness, savage and made huge from the cold of the north. Unh brandished his 3 great spear and locked into battle with the creature. He slew it and sheared off its horn, bringing it back in triumph. He then gathered together such people as could be found. He stood atop a great hill, and there delivered a great speech to all who would hear him. He beat his fist upon his chest, and said “Behold! I am Unh, and I have done today the first great deed in the memory of men. By these hands are your families protected!” And beholding the cheers and gratitude of the people, his heart desired that he continue his deeds. And so Unh set to the safeguarding of all who would come to his side. It was on the mountain of Loc, whose true name has been lost to time, that he built Mabladh, the first fortress, to guard families and travelers from wolves. He set the governing of fields and crops, and the first courts and records. It was with burned branches and beaten sheaves of tree bark that he tallied and struck letters for the first time in the memory of man. He was loved by his followers, and his family grew strong. However, Unh was not loved by all. There were those who desired to have wrought his works themselves, and to share in the sunlight and glory of his realm, not as allies, but as conquerors. Szrak, the nameless, they were called, for their speech was never learned by any who laid down records. They were a savage and terrible people, a remnant from the time of darkness, and they had learned wondrous crafts, among which was the working of iron. This they lumped into great hammers and clubs, for they had not the skill to work it into blades that had never before existed. A great chieftain among them, who we call Bane, came down from the mountains with many evil warriors. They broke against the walls of Mabladh with a torrent of iron, sundering its masonry and crushing the great gate. At the door was Unh and his sons, 4 backed by many strong men. “Who are you to sunder the walls of stone which I have built?” he challenged. There was no reply. The great chieftain smote Unh with his hammer, and dealt him a lethal blow. So it was that the first murderous blow was dealt. The men, seeing Unh fall into a swoon, rushed at the invaders with their hands and stone javelins. Such was the strength of the protectors of Mabladh that they rent their enemies to pieces with their bare strength. Amidst the battle, Unh, with his last breath, tore the hammer from the hand of Bane, and smote him with such a mighty blow that he broke the invader in two, striking the stone below. The blow was of such strength that the hammer was heated white. The head was shaped into a flat blade which was later affixed to a great handle of black ash. Unh handed the weapon, still smoldering, to his eldest son, Kigh, along with his great horn.