Cornerstone of Wisdom: The Blood Lamp

....Men for centuries have told tales of the ancient gods and titans......I laugh when mortals speak of these deities with all fervor and heart. But little do they know about the real story, sit back and I shall tell you their real stories. I Singhe of the Sidghe, the protector and searcher of wisdom have seen the rise of these so called gods and have kept record from the beginning. These gods, are nothing more than men who have searched for wisdom and has seen a glimpse of its wonders, men who have wanted more out of life and have taken that leap to grasp of its helm.....to get to it, they had gotten the secret of the Blood Lamp and like all ancient artifacts of wisdom, men have called and used it at different times, but it has always been known as "The Lamp"...Yes the same lamp that held the once great power of the Genie, only one man had gotten it and used it without getting immortality....you may know this man, i don't need to say his name further. Nevertheless stories of men who had used this lamp in search of wisdom and had gotten the power of immortality and conferred upon the title of godhood are endless.....A few well known like the the Greek Titan and father of Greek Mythology, the great Titan Kronos, a clumsy mortal man he was, who was depised for his cowardice and was banished to the outskirts of the ancient city of Aterios now known as the city of Athens, Kronos found the blood lamp and embarked on the journey in search of wisdom and despite his cowardly physique, he had the heart much stronger and then that strength was made visible and along his search he was given a power that no man had ever envisaged....This was the rise of the Titans. The next man is well known, why wouldn't he be, he was the son of the Great Titan.....Zeus the man who decided on a power far greater than that of his corrupt father.........well that's a story for another day.....

The Mad god: White Grave

........the wind was in his face, the fury within him more than warmed his body against the chill of the blizzard. Sword in hand, he trudged through the grey. Cross Soutai mortal sword of the Mad god was tired, for years he has swung his blade in the name of a deity, legions had fallen, streets had bled, families destroyed, destinies left barren, he had never been one to weep for paths untraveled but the creeping ennui resident in this white world left too much room for distraction.......well almost too much....he ducked to his left into a roll as razor edged claws ripped through the space his neck had once been. Rolling to his feet and reversing his grip on the greatsword he slashed in the direction of the attack catching only wind. Not stopping, he continued his forward momentum swinging the blade in a wide arc around his body with a slant in its trajectory. The great blade found flesh.....several yards away, Haras Neroth the Mad god's Vial watched in horror as a demoniac tore past her, in its wake the falling form of Cruz de Gria, entrails in his hand and half of his face torn away. The smell of blood and bile as the corpse lost bowel control spilling its fetid juices.....a demonic chuckle in the grey mocking the sight. Severing her eyes from his body, she reached into her mind force where her soceries laid waiting. Golden Eyed, she released her death song upon the demoniac. Above the fray, the Mad god laughed....
Tare Weaselbreath was afraid.... he  had heard screams from the vanguard, the shrieks as the demoniacs tore into the group that would dare face the Mad god. Dropping on his fours, he dug for his life, through the snow and grit, underneath.....nail and blade in a flurry of scratch and shove....yes.. he would hide....yeeeessss!!! Spittle on chin and beard as he sought to force the very earth open and hide......yessss...hide it wont be long now...........

White Grave 2.......Coming Soon.......BY the TROLL..

The Cornerstone of Wisdom

So, i had just come to my senses, just as the pebble rolled forward. it didnt seem as much in the last 5 mins but then again i dont notice rubbish, but this pebble, this stone had caught my attention and on it was the inscription that had evaded most men through the ages, but then again I'm not like most men. I could see it clearly, etched upon the jagged surface of this rock, the letters "GT". Stunned, I picked the stone and withdrew into my cave, this had been my abode ever since my search began,............... the search that had taken me to realms unknown, realms that only revealed themselves to those with the heart willing to listen to its secrets...and this cave, this place that has been my indwelling for eons, and the birthplace of the stars, this was my home and where i had gotten to in search for the Cornerstone of Wisdom. This search was what i was born for, this is what i was created to do.....This is my story, My History and the History of the Earth and all that we know, I am Singhe of the Sidghe, the keepers of history and the searchers of wisdom.
Men called it many names, but the name that stuck was what it was well known for in the world of men. The Round Table, this name from the era of men where mystical forces made kings and when they where also born at the same time.....**laughs**. Grand times those ages, but as the keepers of history we called it the Great Table, because on this Table where the markings, well markings to men but to the Sidghe, these markings bore the complex design of the universe and the bearings to the most important clue to the Cornerstone of Wisdom, this clue The Blood Lamp. This Lamp, gave out a light so eerie and had a power so terrible that shadows become living creatures at its touch and hidden paths become plain. But this journey, in search for Wisdom had brought me to the point where suprise was now no more an emotion for me...except till i found this Stone. My Journey has just begun, sit back as i take you on a tale of History as you never knew and i shall break down the theories of the world, all this in search for The Cornerstone of Wisdom.