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Narrator: Four very powerful beings sat in meeting together, in a large, hexagonal stone chamber deep within the territory of the Ice Tribe. They don’t know for certain why they’ve been called to assembly, but they can guess.
EL of Fire: “Our frosty brother has called us all here, just to keep us waiting. I’m beginning to think that this is a waste of my time.”
EL of Sand: “Yes. Some of us have better things to do than sit around here and rust. I’ll give it five more minutes, and if nothing starts happening by then, I’m bailing.”
EL of Rock: “Yeah. Some of us have villages to plunder and mountains to crush.”
Narrator: The Lord of Jungle shoots the Element Lord of Rock a rather nasty look, unappreciative of the use of sarcasm, before speaking.
EL of Jungle: “Come, now, friends. We’d best be patient, and let events unfold as they wish to, if the matter is of that much importance.”
EL of Water: “Please don’t tell me you three cannot put reason as to why we’re here. Wrack your brains, and-“
EL of Sand: (interrupting) “Watch yourself, fish face. I wouldn’t test my patience, if I were you.”
EL of Rock: “Oh, I’m scared now. Look out, everyone, the Almighty Ruler of the Great Heap of Sand is out to get us!”
Narrator: The Element Lord of Sand jumps up, very angry, menacingly pacing over towards the Lord of Rock, weapons ready.
EL of Sand: “Do you want to find out just how almighty I can be? Because I’m sure you’ll think differently when my ‘heap of sand’ goes up your-“
EL of Jungle: “Both of you, knock it off and grow up! I know the rumors of the recently discovered silver liquid that is worth more than armies has put us all on edge. But that is no excuse to behave like animals.”
Narrator: That being said, the Element Lord of Jungle lowers his head, and lets the Lord of Water take the floor.
EL of Water: “Like our friend from the forest was saying. This substance that was rumored to be discovered, and rumored to hold powers greater than we can imagine, was also rumored to be found here, in the Ice Tribe’s territory.”
EL of Fire: “Yes, but you speak as though you know these rumors to be true. Why do you speak with such confidence, brother? Have your spies maybe told this to you?”
Narrator: Before the Element Lord of Fire can continue his suspicious questioning, the door to the chamber slams open. The five Element Lords fall silent, as a cold chill sweeps through the air, and an icy mist swirls into the room, followed by it’s owner.
EL of Ice: “Greetings, my friends, and my guests. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
EL of Sand: (muttering) “You can say that again.”
Narrator: The Lord of Ice doesn’t bother to spare a glance at the sandy speaker, but continues.
EL of Ice: “I’ve heard you speak of dark rumors. I am here to put all of those rumors to rest.”
Narrator: As the Element Lord of Ice pauses for effect, the rest of his colleagues’ minds are swirling with questions. They all know the recent gossip about this mysterious silver liquid, and know that it exists.
EL of Ice: “They are true.”
Narrator: The room explodes in a barrage of biting accusations and demanding questions.
EL of Fire: “Do you mean you’ve kept this from us deliberately?”
EL of Water: “ You’re telling me that you have the potential power to put all our planet’s problems to rest, and you’ve not bothered to tell us until now?”
EL of Sand: “I knew it. I kept telling you all, that the stories were true, but you didn’t believe me.”
EL of Jungle: “I am not surprised at this. But I am surprised that you did not have the decency to share this information with us.”
EL of Rock: “I always thought you were a shifty one. You see fit to betray our confidence in you, by keeping this from us, eh? Well, why don’t you make amends, and share this silver substance with us. I think it’s the least we all deserve. After thousands of years of ruling together in peace, this is what it comes down to?”
Narrator: The silence of the Elemental Lord of Ice’s answer speaks louder than words. He has no intention of sharing this newfound power of his. As a dark, understanding silence falls over the gathered titans, a promise that goes without speaking is made. A promise of war.
Narrator: Four very powerful beings sat in meeting together, in a large, hexagonal stone chamber deep within the territory of the Ice Tribe. They don’t know for certain why they’ve been called to assembly, but they can guess.
EL of Fire: “Our frosty brother has called us all here, just to keep us waiting. I’m beginning to think that this is a waste of my time.”
EL of Sand: “Yes. Some of us have better things to do than sit around here and rust. I’ll give it five more minutes, and if nothing starts happening by then, I’m bailing.”
EL of Rock: “Yeah. Some of us have villages to plunder and mountains to crush.”
Narrator: The Lord of Jungle shoots the Element Lord of Rock a rather nasty look, unappreciative of the use of sarcasm, before speaking.
EL of Jungle: “Come, now, friends. We’d best be patient, and let events unfold as they wish to, if the matter is of that much importance.”
EL of Water: “Please don’t tell me you three cannot put reason as to why we’re here. Wrack your brains, and-“
EL of Sand: (interrupting) “Watch yourself, fish face. I wouldn’t test my patience, if I were you.”
EL of Rock: “Oh, I’m scared now. Look out, everyone, the Almighty Ruler of the Great Heap of Sand is out to get us!”
Narrator: The Element Lord of Sand jumps up, very angry, menacingly pacing over towards the Lord of Rock, weapons ready.
EL of Sand: “Do you want to find out just how almighty I can be? Because I’m sure you’ll think differently when my ‘heap of sand’ goes up your-“
EL of Jungle: “Both of you, knock it off and grow up! I know the rumors of the recently discovered silver liquid that is worth more than armies has put us all on edge. But that is no excuse to behave like animals.”
Narrator: That being said, the Element Lord of Jungle lowers his head, and lets the Lord of Water take the floor.
EL of Water: “Like our friend from the forest was saying. This substance that was rumored to be discovered, and rumored to hold powers greater than we can imagine, was also rumored to be found here, in the Ice Tribe’s territory.”
EL of Fire: “Yes, but you speak as though you know these rumors to be true. Why do you speak with such confidence, brother? Have your spies maybe told this to you?”
Narrator: Before the Element Lord of Fire can continue his suspicious questioning, the door to the chamber slams open. The five Element Lords fall silent, as a cold chill sweeps through the air, and an icy mist swirls into the room, followed by it’s owner.
EL of Ice: “Greetings, my friends, and my guests. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
EL of Sand: (muttering) “You can say that again.”
Narrator: The Lord of Ice doesn’t bother to spare a glance at the sandy speaker, but continues.
EL of Ice: “I’ve heard you speak of dark rumors. I am here to put all of those rumors to rest.”
Narrator: As the Element Lord of Ice pauses for effect, the rest of his colleagues’ minds are swirling with questions. They all know the recent gossip about this mysterious silver liquid, and know that it exists.
EL of Ice: “They are true.”
Narrator: The room explodes in a barrage of biting accusations and demanding questions.
EL of Fire: “Do you mean you’ve kept this from us deliberately?”
EL of Water: “ You’re telling me that you have the potential power to put all our planet’s problems to rest, and you’ve not bothered to tell us until now?”
EL of Sand: “I knew it. I kept telling you all, that the stories were true, but you didn’t believe me.”
EL of Jungle: “I am not surprised at this. But I am surprised that you did not have the decency to share this information with us.”
EL of Rock: “I always thought you were a shifty one. You see fit to betray our confidence in you, by keeping this from us, eh? Well, why don’t you make amends, and share this silver substance with us. I think it’s the least we all deserve. After thousands of years of ruling together in peace, this is what it comes down to?”
Narrator: The silence of the Elemental Lord of Ice’s answer speaks louder than words. He has no intention of sharing this newfound power of his. As a dark, understanding silence falls over the gathered titans, a promise that goes without speaking is made. A promise of war.
