ICED: An Ancient American Adventure.

At the southern most tip, of what now is called Argentina; there was a grand council, of elders. At this meeting, came the oldest and wisest, of the chief temple priest. As they sat, facing the sea; the priest began to speak, and in their ancient native tongue, and dialect. “Hear me; great and mighty men.” He said. “For, I will not be with you, much longer.” Slow, but, precisely; the old one went on to say: [I will, attempt to, translate his words] – “Before we reached these shores, we were an even greater people; but, to the north.” “And, before that, we crossed a great bridge of ice; some perished, during this exodus.” “We are the descendants, of those who persevered.”

The temple priest and scribe continues, “During times of war, and, during times of peace; never forget to tell the children: who we were; and, who we are.” “And, better yet: who we are not.” “Record it, in archival tomes; preserve it, in art; and, in dance; and, in song. Do these things; and, our little ones, will grow strong.” “Never will they forget; and, never will they perish, from the Earth.”

Then, slowly, the priest stands; and, turns: facing the sea. And, behold: appearing, in the eastern skies, came a giant fiery bird. This bird, having a crown of gold; fine feathers, of majestic purple; red; and, the bluest of blue. The bird swoops; taking the priest away. Higher and higher, the bird flies: to return, forever more, unto the eastern skies. Until, the Great Spirit… calls us all …


...home.

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The visual and story dynamics, of this gritty saga, of intrigue and revenge; is not simple, but will “flow” like the following:

Kenji Kamiyama, Mamoru Oshii, & Masamune Shirow's GHOST IN THE SHELL, meet Sister Souljah's THE COLDEST WINTER EVER.

Our Story Begins:

Memo

From- Kwan Robenson, Manager: Program Operatives & Logistics.

To-Damien Sonderland, Director: Special Office, N.E.T. * Central Command.

This year’s objectives are met. Number Eight, 8, has completed her personal crusade ; and, is considering our offer. I am, still, unable to determine who is assisting her. What she has accomplished, over the past fourteen months, is impossible without help.

Also, the three lone operatives have not been identified. They “miraculously” arrive on scene; when the area becomes, too hot to handle. Yet, at mission completion, they are not to be found. Number 8 claims no affiliation.

If she decides to work with us, The Workerman will act as mentor. The man from Peru is one of our best instructors; and, already has a working relationship.

There is more, but, I will discuss it; at our face to face.

I am looking forward, to next months meeting. [ K.R. ]

( * ) N.E.T. - Network Of Enigmatic Talents


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BOOK OF ASSHUR 's "Parable Of The Jeweled Warrior Priest"

Our story begins, at it’s end. It is night, just before dawn. Location: an ancient realm in south eastern Asia. One sees our protagonist, fighting for his life; and the life of his companions.

Haran, our protagonist, launched an ambitious quest into the unknown. He, interested in expanding his father’s holdings, and network of suppliers; decided to visit each Babylonian colony, and kingdom, personally.

While organizing this venture; as well as, during his journey, Haran is joined by five companions. Each with their own agenda, and story. His companions, outside of Haran’s seventy men of valor; and, his thirty attending servants, go like this:

1} A Temple Priest and Scholar, while in vision, was urged to join Haran; on his journey. 2} A red haired warrior, born in the distant west; and personal body guard, to the temple priest. 3} An Asian astrologer and teacher: employed by the Babylonian king. 4} A Kush shaman-acolyte; and friend to Haran. The shaman was in school, at the university; in a quest for knowledge: knowledge, he longed to share, with his people. Haran had saved him, during an earlier journey, into his homeland. 5} Lastly, his wife: A Persian girl, now women, That Haran released from slavery. She was discovered in a camel caravan; coming from the Far East: one packed with silks, slaves, spices, and pearls.

Now, they are in, a life and death struggle. They were all lightly sleeping, when the night watches, sounded their alarms. Haran and his men went right into action. The assassins seemed to appear from no where. It was as if, the dense foliage; and the air itself, had come to life. Hundreds of these assailants were dispatched by his men; many were killed by Haran, himself. All of this came to an end; however, when Haran hears a women’s scream. A scream emanating from deep in the bush. It was his wife, crying out to him.

Then it happened; three darts strike Haran, in his neck. Suddenly, he is unable to move. The earth beneath him begins to turn, upside down; then he falls into the void.

Still not able to move, Haran hears his wife, in the far reaches of his mine. She screams, and yells his name. Then he hears, sees, and feels nothing. Nothing but his continuous fall; into the black abyss.

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