[ IP ] Fallen Titan

The mountains have worn the tides of time better than any creature made of flesh. It's why we, the many men and women of the Mesmer's Guild, hold the jagged formations in holy regard. I jumped onto a rocky outcrop, my Seeing-deer leash bound and close behind. Ahead, the mighty peak of Devil's tooth stood with ancient wisdom that the likes of warriors and elves would glance over without a thought. It takes a Mesmer to find the answers, and so I came to this peak with that in mind. 
 
 Warmth flooded my fingertips with each touch of the Seeing-deer's tongue. It started as a prickle on the skin, dancing down each vein line in a pin and needle fashion. The movement became a swirling effect center stomach, only to whoosh back out, through my fingers, and into my Quarter Staff. The weapon glowed with purple power, ready to dispell time. 
 
 Each tip of the jagged peak stuck out like Dragon teeth then, no longer the plain stone from before. It's funny how Mesmer magic can give a different perspective, turning a bouquet into nature's children and a mountain peek into an ancient wisdom -- the old man of the natural world. 
 
 I raised both hands, letting the melody of time dance over my lips -- still not knowing what to expect. Wood smashed into stone and purple energy traced across the cliff face, across the clouds, and out to Devil's tooth peak. 
 
 The ground shuddered for a moment, and an invisible God clapped sending cloud billowing in each direction. I latched to the rock, by jamming my staff into a groove. Seeing-deer dug her hooves into the snow, slowly sliding away from the force. 
 
 As the power faded, an object materialized on the cliff ahead. It started with the circular structure of a skull and the bones of a giant human corpse. Jutting out from the giant's stomach was a sword big enough to slice the mountain in half. 
 
 My heart raced, sweat pressing to the surface of my hands and brow. `` Speak creature, what is your story?'' I shouted, voice echoing to and fro. 
 
 The skeleton shuddered, disrupting snow into a miniature avalanche down Devil's tooth peak. `` The Mesmer's have survived this long?'' It said, each vocal tone coming off as a roar. 
 
 Luckily with staff still jammed, I did n't budge too much. `` To waste magic is a sin worse than wasting time. Let us not tarnish your historical knowledge with modern dribble,'' I said. 
 
 The skeleton seemed to agree with this, resting its head back on the mountain top. `` I was once a man,'' it said, `` now nothing more than bones and rubble.'' 
 
 Either the skeleton was confused or its memory had been shaken. `` Men are small, like me,'' I said, pointing at my chest, `` You are a giant, dear friend. Do you remember your story?'' 
 
 The skeleton chuckled the type of laugh that labels the opposition naive. `` My story is one I could never forget, young Mesmer. Us humans were greater than the God's, changed by those who wield magic.'' 
 
 Again, while he preached with certainty there was unbelievable about his recount -- or maybe my own. `` Tell me your story, then, so I can judge for myself.'' 
 
 `` If a blind man wishes to see, are you doing him a favour by showing the world?'' The skeleton let out a long sigh. `` Very well, but do not interrupt, as this is a tale with many endings and just as many beginnings, as you will soon understand.'' 
 
 
 

