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poetmanish · 2 years

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Nature knows how to retreat & resource in the face of a storm. How can we resource our inner resilience when confronted by a person or collective crisis? Join us on 4th June 5.30 pm IST (8 am CET) to discover more. Register www.tinyurl.com/pathwaystoresilience (Above poem is from Midnight Journey of a Seed: Pathways to Resilience In the Face of a Pandemic by Manish Srivastava) https://amzn.in/gXPUS8Z #resilience #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #apoeticview #poeticlibrary #societyofpoetry #poetsglobe #poetscity #poetryisnotdead #poetsandpoetryy #writer #writerscity #explorepage #writersofinstagram #dailyquotes #writingcommunity #lovepoetry #outsiderpoets #poetryvibesonly #poetsqrid #heartofquill #igpoets #poetconnection #poemsnproses #streetwritersofficial #bleedingsoulpoetry #writersflare #writersville #mentalhealthawareness https://www.instagram.com/p/CeSbDyIJnJ9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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ivorytowerblr · 6 years

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NaNoWriMo 2017: Oct 24th

Hello, children, it’s “let’s explain the plot” time here at writersville.

Word Count: 781 Monthly Word Count: 12728 Previous: November (Masterpost); December (Masterpost); January (Masterpost); February (Masterpost); March (Masterpost); April (Masterpost); May (Masterpost); June (Masterpost); July (Masterpost); August (Masterpost); September (Masterpost): Week One (1st - 7th) Week Two (8th-14th) Week Three (15th - 21st) 22nd. 23rd.

“Welcome,” said Surya, not drawing his gaze from the projections. “You will form the core of a new order. The tech-adepts of Mars, the assassins of Vindicare, the nobility of these words, after all national identities and royal lines have been swept away, the clerks and the architects who will build this world anew after it is ripped asunder.”

As each one of those addressed -- obliquely or otherwise -- stepped forward, Marissa glanced between them. “What’s happening outside?” she asked, concerned and curious.

“A tragedy two hundred years in the making,” Surya said, and gestured to the glowing projection. When she concentrated, she could see that it was a three-dimensional star map, composed of the whole of the Milky Way galaxy, one of hundreds reported from interstellar observation of an ever-expanding universe. If Marissa looked too closely at it, it made her dizzy, so she looked away and back to Surya.

Harra cleared her throat. “What do you mean by that, exactly?”

“A long time ago, before humans were in the nascence of their existence, there was a war in the heavens. One group called themselves the Elder Gods, a race of advanced aliens who, through genetic manipulation, created lesser alien races, the two most well known are the Krork and the Aeldari. We know them as the Orks and the Eldar. They went to war with another advanced alien race called the C’tan, and they claimed themselves to be the Star Gods.”

“Keep in mind, many beings have in the past claimed to be gods,” Malcador said, his voice calm in the face of incredulity. “They’re usually lying.”

“There is a saying that a being that is sufficiently powerful is indistinguishable from a god,” pointed out Hector. “One doesn’t need to be a literal deity to command your life and death.”

“True enough,” Malcador chuckled. “In any case, we are speaking of aliens.”

“We are,” Surya said. “The C’tan manipulated a race of beings called the Necrontyr, who were dying as a result of their sun’s extinction, into accepting a blessing from them that turned them into insensate, unfeeling monsters made of metal. The Necrontyr went to war with the Aeldari and the Krorks, and their conflict devastated the heavens. It destroyed countless other races, who begged for solace, for an end to their suffering, and in return, they received nothing.”

“No kindness,” Malcador murmured. “No pity, no relief from suffering. It wasn’t that they went unheard, however.”

“Do you just say leading, sinister things in the hopes that someone will ask you about them?” asked Harra, crossing her muscular arms over her broad chest. Malcador shrugged, unrepentant. “So, what happened?”

“Both the Krork and the Aeldari were highly psychic races, though each expressed this in a different way. For the Krork, they had a pair of powerful war-leaders that whipped the Krork into a frenzy, building them up to new heights of danger. The Aeldari had powerful champions that became their deities, as they were seen as more reachable and comprehensible than the Elder Gods.”

“It did not save them,” Malcador added quietly. “The Krork, despite Gork and Mork, were pushed back to the far reaches of the galaxy, barely clinging to their existence. The Aeldari retreated to the pathway they had created through reality called the Webway, and tried to remain out of sight while the Necrontyr ravaged all of creation.”

“In the end, one of the Necrontyr warlords turned on the C’tan, and there was a civil war. They shattered one of them into fragments, and the others were forced into dormancy.” Surya gestured at the projection, and several of the points began to glow a sickly green. “After the end of the civil war, the Necrontyr went into a state of dormancy, having essentially killed their way into starvation, since they required the living essences of sentient beings to survive.”

“...and then, the Aeldari emerged as victors because they won a devastating, genocidal war by hiding?” asked Hector, intrigued despite of himself. Bilaraat looked interested too, though more so by the Necrontyr than the Aeldari.

“Exactly,” Surya said. “The Aeldari began to retake lost worlds and build up their populace, placing the heroes and deities they venerated into the heavens as gods, albeit with less power than the Elder Gods, who were themselves wiped out by the C’tan. The initial war took place not quite forty million years ago, and one day, they will wake. If you’re unlucky enough to stumble across one that is half-slumbering on your planet and you beat it back into submission, they wake a little sooner.:”

“That’s just… just horrifying,” Marissa murmured. “I assume this is directly relevant to why we’re here.”

#nanowrimo 2017 #wh20k #and by that i mean that i'm actually hauling out the for-reals plot where this was all leading #i've been sitting on this for an entire goddamn year #please clap

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