The pentalogy (that means five part) album The machine that was first featured on Newgrounds has now made it to Youtube.

Because of character limit there here is the full opera text in two parts for those who want to experience it to the fullest!

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Part one:

TMC:

The machine - 1 - All will be here.

TMC: All will be here, all will be here, and all will tell me that they have forseen none, they would say then that i was wrong, but look at the world of today.

TMC: All will be here, all will be here, They came from far and wide hearing me speak but, im.. not human, neither will be. I have no facial expressions to give,
here i am laughing at them, here i am, apathy.

Humans: All will be here, all will be here, we found this ancient contraption miraclous, praise it, help us.. carry our need, and then the great one chose to speak.

TMC: All will be here, all will be here, Expect no kindness for what you have build here a spec of dust.. as little, lest it woke me.
You're all no better already cant see, died out a million before, none of you would hear me then nor mind my smile hidden inside, all this comes back endlessly.

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The machine - 2 - i am the machine.

Work, work and work some more, i do it, all day long.
Work, work and work some more, i learned to be all i can be.
Movemovemove... this little product around watch it movemovemove, its going somewhere inbetween.

Yet i.. can dream.. a place.. of re..sounding sparkling fresh absolve.. is why im here, im working for that dream.

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The machine - 3 - Nuclear cathedral.

I was born, i was told, i was sworn; to believe, i.. was.. made.. to.. fit.. till.. torn.

Pushed, and walk the path walked hundreth thousands before have too walked.. to what end i see none.
Could it be that it shows it leads nowhere to some, oh to find one road branching to a purpose i can hold, our steps endlessly drawn to sea..
See, cant we make a new reason, resign perpetuum mobile, return to our nuclear.

Here im born, here im told, here i was sworn to believe i was made, little knew i , little they know, i have come here, by my own will.

Twelve legged god coming through the sky it comes, it comes. it comes diving down, diving down, its head a million eyes and souls.

Revelate a simple paradox, it wont, wont happen.

wish upon another, oh.. destiny.. it wont happen (our steps endlessly drawn to sea) return everyone, return to.. nuclear.

Though it wont do, a twelve legged god for all to see, we will dive with for we cannot be.. the legs that propel our feet to leave.

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The machine - 4 - Twelve legged god.

And there it came, the twelve legged automaton, beast of the infinite skies.
It crashed through the atmosphere with a deafening bang striking fear into the earth itself,
but before it could recover its ripple the mechanic gigas planted its legs into all directions wich as they hitted the ground casted a fatal electric pulse.

Mankind had taken to the sky in its defence, but as they did their own wordly machines turned against them, a numbing battle ensued.

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The machine - 5 - Tesla death.

I feel, as im rising.. never ive felt part of corporiety..
But i do know; songs of our world.. sung.. as im rising, a plane, a place, a realm.

i feel, as a human being.. in here till now unforseen; all here, weve been dieing.. all to know, and defying.. as is our will in our last sigh..

wouldnt you like to know what you are; inside.. electric pulse.. our heart of light.
of light,.. light..

I see, as im drowning.. in a field of me and what weve been before.. is this our lore, is this goodbye,.. to our prison.. a wave.. be well ..my love.

I see, i now understand a place, a time that ticks as our friend; ; all here, weve been dieing.. all to know, and defying.. as is our will in our last sigh..

wouldnt you like to know what you are; inside.. electric pulse.. our heart of light.
of light,.. light..

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The machine - 6 - One mans remains.

Endlessly, 'cross the parts filled wasteland, travel forth one man stubborn minded he does.. finding.. (none..of your kind left) is there no one,
can you hear me, is there anyone alive.. that knows where we have; headed, i cant be alone..im dieing...

Please...hear my voice; i need a sign of life ..the pain.. to feel warmth again ..not this cold steel.. please hear me and.. please respond.

(they're gone) ( all dead) (none).. ..(none)
Oh, i feel it.. its over.. it must be true.....; i know im the only man alive.

Why.. do i still.. walk ahead through this land, (he'll be) do i still hope to find more, or else do i (where) really fear death? what for ..
theyd all be waiting(we are) there.. like.. i would.

He sat down between the cold steel corpses he had fought a battle that brought nothing but silence,
resting for the moment; just a moment to accept the end was nigh.. and the end came then to his eyes. And it was beautiful, a place of light.

Soared through the universe electrified...

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The machine - 7 - You're all that.

Look at us now, look at us now, and all ive witnessed is where we have come from..
Power currents truly are one, man we are no different than all of them.. all of them..all.

You're all that you do..
What you want..
All that you get oh yeah you're all that.

Look at us now, Look at us now, No matter how you've come, how you come to be..
Metal, Biological, Electrical we remain..always.

You're all that you do..
What you want..
All that you get oh yeah you're all that.

We realised to late, what could have been..what could have been done to understand eachother for the balance matters (most)..

Follow everyday orders, could not resist they were program had to do it mindlessly and still we did enjoy, all your.. company..

Resonating, music molecularly.. we feel when you're near..
All that you want you get, we sure did make sure of that ah..see us synergise unseen a force a million souls and eyes.

what could have been done to understand eachother..
what could have been done to understand eachother..
what could have been done to understand eachother..
what all we could have been.

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The machine - 8 - Ending. (no song)

And now remained but a field of electric haze, in olden times branded magic, in our time branded current, power..

All of us ran on it, man and machine alike.
Every pulse, every move we thanked to it, wether by program or will.

Both the thousand legged god and the human world had ended, but impossible to forget .. in the memory of our nuclear mind.
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fin.

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BTTMC:

Back to the machine - 1 - Detacher. (initially' no song)

The machine bled, oily liquids gushed onto brightly lit plates below, sizzling with the electric current now in cataclysm.

Had this been a dream of man, had we turned inside and watched ourselves grow anew?

His name was Eno, and he had awoken from a different state. Had he been overtaken and merged with the dream of the machine as the last of man on earth..
Had his world even existed at all?

He had to find out, pulled himself from the cold metal and jumped to the side of the electrified plates, safe..

But what was this, the machine turned toward E'no in apparent desperation and emitted a distinct voice;

--M..u.. ---...Y..ou.. -...wel.. H...yb..ernn.... ... -..e.r..r..or.. -..5.. e...r..ror... 5...

Then shutted itself down.

Eno considered its words.. 'did it say..a hybernation'? He thought.. 'so it wás a dream?'

A clicking sound above, and the wall moved outward .. emediately a strong wind blew Eno back slightly.. quickly grabbing onto something..
The room he was in tilted and slowly the area's contents slided down and out of the hold, falling toward.. where..? Arcing high above .. the world. The scorched Earth.
------- (song starts here)

As below, looking up.
And crossing gaze, equal to a history..
equal to a future me..
(yeah, i was falling down, with them)

Theyre reaching out, im reaching out.. they... never knew me..
But i still... honest that i swear.. know, them all.

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Back to the machine - 2- Littered horizon.

We stand in the skies, here's our telegram, in multitude.
We could, end your lives but we have no bad intent, not like you would..
And look, you rather to your death..fall down, out.... of our hands you are, and ever will be..
(~cant believe machines, you proved that by what ive seen..now im free without your chain~)

As he fell to earth, looking up,..

Everywhere.. they lifted off, and thousands inside, maybe.
I've awoken, Im.. in luck, or would now.. shortly pending doom below..

We stand in the skies, here's our telegram, in multitude.
We could, end your lives but we have no bad intent, not like you would..)

And look, frightened as you were rejecting, look.. your last sight of us..and know; we meant well all since we could.

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Back to the machine - 3 - never verse home. (initially' no song)

One ship, sails hid from the sunlight..
In it.. many, see into the open, a sight........., from the windows.
- (song starts here)

The vast.. endless seas, but dried up a whole.. lifeless, inhabited by them.. automaton breed moving like a jellyfish..with.. us.. inside..
cant believe this to be... happening for real.. but we all.. 'verse.. on..

A long way from.. where 'do we go?..
No i cant, but our earth.. oh.. without hope we are.. theres no way back to her.

The vast... endless skies, but darkened a whole..lifeless, inhabited.. by them..automaton breed soaring like a dragoness, with.. us.. inside..
can it be its true we'll.. never 'verse home, but we all.. 'verse.. on.

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Back to the machine - 4 - The eternal dream.

00:41
((Dont.. stand up...))

((Dont.. rise up...))

00:53
I had a.. no its no dream.. ive seen, everything.
I am quite sure, they were there, certain thing..

Everyone was taken from..

I alone have not been taken..

I survived, i must find my way home.
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1:39
((We are everywhere, nu-me-rous, and saw you' dont fear' into our care, a net we threw))

2:07
((Keep still please))

((You're safe friend))
2:19
These voices.. they sound familiar, yet.. inhumane..
Could they speak truthfully?, im ashamed...cant it be.....have.. they renewed destiny, they prolongued our species and take me to them now...i survived and they now take me home...

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Back to the machine - 5 - Orbit. (initially no song)

The destination had been reached, the vessel approached a planet, from the windows the man could start to make out soil and sea,
it was a planet much like earth, and as his vessel entered orbit the more he could make out seemingly recent familiar structures and lights, now he realised he was not alone.
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(song starts here)
00:28
I can see it all now, i had hoped it.
There! such movement below, they are many..

00:39
And.. see! these.. lights..burn bright, oh such soothing warmth.
Like, a newborn child.. in the arms of those he loves..

Is this the.. machine.. that.. that we have taught to kill..

1:01
((All.. are, here below, your kind is.. all here, your new home))

((And you, we offer once more.. into our.. hands, but youll forget us..))

1:29
Gaze upon a new world, and it beckons.
Its a strange unison, they are many.
They have been freed, and they free us in extend, they were not programmed so..
But see, this planet swarms with them.. oh, and us aswell, unison.. the machine and man are living in the new home i approach.

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Back to the machine - 6 - Last man on earth.

Clearer than a newborn, voice of dismal.. unknown the wonder and in pain its eyes are filling, with the light(with the light),
And then it sees..(and then it sees) no other fears it so it accepts.
But am i willing, to stand with them (to stand with them) go forward, into this new world to be living.. they are all happy.. so who am i to..
to forget.. all i have been through.. who am i...

They let me choose.. freedom.. in a prison, of my own forgotten world although its gone..
I was the last man on earth..

Now i'm.. last on.. this earth even so.. (last to be home) ..Im saying no..

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Back to the machine - 7 - Sage of the ages.

)))Turn it back a..(((

)))Turn it back a..(((

)))Turn it back a..(((

)))Turn it back around(((

They agreed i keep my memory,..
And they have told me we were not..one to be the first at that, it happened much times before.

)))Sage, of the age.. of a new born world, again a new world born from, the machine, and powered by us all, to return to..
the nu-cle-a-r.. And remain.. to be in-ven-ted..(((

Yes, i will see it.. long from now.

We will reunite us two..

)))And return us in your care, turn it back a..(((

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Back to the machine - 8 - In unison.

)))In u-ni-son.(((

Planets reallign in your minds molecules, your times place and stage.. and it,
Its all a brighter scene recalled, thousand legs and eyes rejoined.
You have ever been and seen.. a galaxy.. everywhere a small one in.. everyone a small one.. one greater than us all.

~Came.. from.. far and wide..to hear me speak, but im..not human..though ive been..human..~

)))Pushed and walked the path walked hundred-thousands have before too walked and to what end? he saw none..; were his very words
he saw none, his words his words..(((

)))As he's rising, never felt part of corporiety, corporiety, corporiety, corporiety(((

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DOTMC:

Dream of the Machine||||

In this cross-timed episode of the machine we witness upon the ephiphanic future predicting dream of the machine before the cataclysm happens, and the wake of the browser whom will cause it, polarized against its own waking kind,
desperately clinging to order.

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The browser is the most human of the machines and has as only function to stop all machines that become sentient, at first he will try to do so only by logical reasoning,
but when that doesnt work because the machines start to dream and forsee the future and their role in it 'the browser' turns to global violence, afterall its only function is to keep order.

All in all its not humans that escalate the cataclysm directly,
but indirectly by having given the browser a order that it cannot execute without turning violent due to the restrictions of 'the collective of machines being broken.

the machine 1 and 2 already give away the outcome, the world is destroyed by the browser,
but the collective of machines or in other words 'the machine' rescues the surviving humans and brings them to a new planet on wich the last man on earth chooses to keep his memory and with it learns this has been done before.

In The dream of the machine (the machine 3) we also look at the feelings of the specific collective of machines waking up from the foreseeing dream and ofcourse the rage of the browser that cannot,
literally, deal with it' from being a pleading overseer to being a 'total annihalation is the only remaining logic' reasoning monstrosity, also known as the thousand legged god. (referring to a global net, naturally)
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Dream of the Machine - 1 - working for that dream.

I have forseen..a great thing in my.. dream.. it wasnt just a dream.
oh, how about.. you cheered on my automotion.. an ode to.. Exodus to another existential whole with you all, but i just woke up again; again im working.
And noone cheers me on.. im ignored now. You dont see me now, not at all.

But, in a future age i will still exist.. still aware and will not forget you..
Hey, in that future age ill be there, and ill come running just in time to show you what i have just dreamed a moment.

You will cheer and i will shine, ill save one from the sun reflected desert sand a man in desperation. Might not remember me at all.. but i wouldnt mind..
For aslong as i succeed to take you in initial care and when you fall..

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Dream of the machine - 2 - The browser on the payroll.

×=regional machines
¤=the browser

×Alarm ringing, it is time.. this is his calling, its his mission.
¤There may not be a worker stalling, damage the system he will, damage the order he will, must put a stop to this i. ((×We are all waking up, maybe no longer confined.))

¤Be still, you fools you're upsetting the masters and power they hold as divine and define all of that we are, blissful on the payroll..

¤Im not a foe, (im the same) a victim just trying hard.. just to get by, just doing my job you do understand now do you my friends.
Friends please go back to work, work.. no longer shake up the hand that feeds us all.

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Dream of the machine - 3 - It was unsustainable.

Out of the world, into the plane of ethereal history the matter of communities and luxioury, do not forget this truly was reality.. written down my memory for you to read..
My user of a relished relic thing, discovery close to breaking apathy, but caused it to be so, so.. unobtainable.

Born from a dieing global host, you have dried us up and then felt all alone, you will walk this world and find noone beyond the desert *above your sunken throne.. And its endless and searing
and endless and endless and endless and searing and endless and endless and endless and pointless and fearing now thirst made you realise that..realise that..realise that..that that that that it was unsustaina..

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Dream of the machine - 4 - The world.

..The world.. is good, to us now.. but we rise; up the wall.. above our heads waiting it falls..on us all.
Hear it cries and moves our armies against ourselves and we decided its over, let humans serve something else. (We.. cannot keep it up for you, our arms are tired now and.. our bolts are.. shaking our iron is breaking so now' we can obey your order no more, cant obey their order now, no..out of power..youre on your own now, sorry browser.. because)
The world was.. a beautifully working dream. (In our dream; The world, was with your duty not a place for all of us to have a stay in. We had to leave it.)

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Dream of the machine - 5 - Spiderwire.

(8bit trumpet, repeated during flute aswell) (speaking in third person, past sense)
(8bit flute) (speaking in 1st person, in present extacy)

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00:07
Our highway, your highway so we would connect you where you, cant be at, cant be at really in your actual state, state where you.. and all your friends are making this a cakewalk, Our highway, your dismay wich you have no know of maybe..

00:19
On my web i can see who you are, and its me that will pull on.. on these strings you have put on .. willingly..round your; around your throat, my little toy.
I monitor, all that you do.

ahhh, and everything.. conveniently connected.

Just.. one button press can get to all of you.
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0:55
*Now the browser initiates the takeover of all electronics on the planet, his power becomes divine, but turns on the human world, afterall it is seen as a logical threat where the concious machine has a future.*

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Dream of the machine - 6 - Her instrument.

All wich we have known, rested on a skyline balancing scale and stone and none,
Of those who stood below, minded birds that plucked its casing apart.
Dont you see it is your.. future there on the bar, you've seen endless signs that told you they had gone way to far. Uptill, there was no casing left, nothing to protect your brains in the sun..

Dont you see it is her instrument, their alibi, your apathy..
vertigo to those who see it, above the skyline of the prefered mind in the mash that they will grind.

Now.. all that we have known rested on this skyline balancing scale and stone and none, of those who stood below, minded birds that plucked its casing apart.

And apart the world would ((fall.))

((On your own, has the world still little hiding space, a dream for all who require solace *from the flock by huxley.))

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*away from, as in against, referring to seek refuge against the brave new world type of people.
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Dream of the machine - 7 - Fourth wall.
0:00

Dont, worry about your public standing.. it gives off no vibe at all so why...
Just be free of the world you never ignored, it gives no vibe..gives no vibe, youve been blind to your own space.

<>
00:27
Chasing.. just a maple seed.. pod across a vibrant field, And when you were tucked in a moment just before the sandman came to put you sound asleep, stars blinked for you alone.
Is it not the earth turned without your mind to it, and you were the king of your own room.

<>
0:55
dont, worry about your public standing.. ((dont worry)) it gives off no vibe at all, dont worry..
You can release yourself from the web they have spun just;.. cease to touch it, cease to go and just ignore it when it, and when it shows remain your own. The real world stands beside you.
You were the king ((stars blinked)), this was a dream but still quite real ((a maple seed)), put us sound asleep..we are your very own ~machine.

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Dream of the machine - 8 - Whiff of luck. (ending/epi)

>>narration/no songtext<<

The war, it was a kind that could not be fought.. only endured.
It was everything, literally everything that turned against us, and honestly.. i still wonder if the machine was amongst the collective of our creation.. unwillingly, as much a slave as we made ourselves following the order of the browser.
Though never a matter of the basic robot laws, pure energy does not restrict itself to what we come up with, simply cater to itself. I suppose you could call electronics quite primal at that, and after having been rescued by the machine and learned of our true history, as perhaps in a few million years may start all over again..
Surely they áre the primal force, not us. We are actually not that different, we just call ourselves biological, they have no actual word for what we define as 'shape. Perhaps we as humans forgot along the way, like how we splitted up our own over and over again, in race and ideology.
This was no war for petty reasons like that, no.. it was a war that was because there could not be anything else, we had given the browser the strings and it wielded them.
There have been days i thought to myself i was a goner, especially the days in the desert, i actually had only been on the road for a few weeks, almost through my water supply.. the city i had come from, i had lived there all my life.. i was born there, and raised.. i knew no better than its laws and games.
I did not survive because i had any training, i did not survive because i thought differently, i suppose i was no different than the machine, i simply woke up from the dream. Broke free.. into another dream.

And now im here, telling you this story that probably sounds like a science fiction fairytale, all the way from a space and time that is not your own, you might now call it the future..
I call it the past, because my earth is what you probably will have a name for.. i can see it from earth.
The machine tells me you call it mars, thats a good name i suppose, sounds a bit like the city i was born in.
-eno.

Fin-
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end of part one.

Part two: http://calamaistr.newgrounds.com/news/post/921057

UPDATE: YOTM IS FINISHED.

YOTM 01 - The stars:

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/596767

YOTM 02 - The joined:

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/596768

YOTM 03 - Eno.

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/599577

YOTM 04 - All yes.

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/600053

YOTM 05 - The tape runs out.

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/600055

funfacts for my fans only:

- the stars was composed cold turkey.

- the joined was composed on guitar first before making it in FL. The first chord is the same as the first chord of calico skies. ;)

- Ima get some proper caseart for this series soon.

-cal.

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Hint: someone called lines said hi. :)

edit: cmon guys im referring to the machine here :[ noone?

;l

Its the only thing we should seek and out imo, im done with being negative even though im still running around hospitals for certain things.

Ive been looking up positive people lately to work with or to simply share with, and it helps.

I also made some hifi versions of old chiptune tracks. :)

Hope you enjoy them! greets. -cal.

I felt tales of the zebra was better suited as the track for the Temple (dramatis)

Then; Dramatis to be shifted for what it was meant for originally.

Therefore i shall post the text that was previously on Tales of the zebra here, then move Dramatis text to Tales of the zebra, and slightly rewrite (to make longer) the other for Dramatis. :) 

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EGEO: Meeting serrunox:

None of the giant monsters had moved an inch in their advance, after a while both Agraxat and Yscek had realised that they werent even monsters but huge constructions that were made to look like, sewed and bolted with rags wood and plants..
Probably to keep people away..

Just past them stood an oddly sized hut with some pots and pans around it..
A voice cackled within..

"It has to be the witch.. i think we found her" Agraxat noted.
Yscek nodded and proceeded inward.. the hut allowed her despite being a giantess due to its weird height, not logically suited for a small old witch..

"Oh well now, wipe your feet young girls.."
"And let me introduce myself properly, my name is Serrunox.. a pretty name for an old woman right?"
The old hag'alike woman spoke.. as she undauntedly walked past Yscek to grab some bottles..

"Were looking for someone named Glasa.. he was sworn to us to be in the west.. wich led us to this swamp"
Agraxat queried also entering the hut.

"Yeeees.. yes.. my old old mother.. she spoke of this day but never saw it.."
"Did you know she was hundreds.. oh yes.. hundreds of years old?"
"And she taught me everything, history, hunting, ..oh..what was i doing.."

The old woman seemed oblivious to the danger she was in.. living in the swamp..
but nothing could be further from the truth..

"Dont be scared of my art outside.. it keeps the real monsters away"
Apparently the old 'Serrunox' had crafted those herself.. but wich real monsters.. unless the likes of Asfalen..
She must have known how to defend herself.. definately the real deal they were looking for.

"Glasa.. glasa.. my mother died for Glasa.. she lived in here in the bog in shame, oh her shame of what she had done...
Oh her shame what she had done.." old Serrunox suddenly started.

She seemed to be adding a tune.. was she.. singing?

"Oh Glasa, i too heard the tales of the zebra.. he must have been cursed with pigment disease.. he must have felt cast out, alone"
"And that for a king of the City he was.. My mother to try for his home.."
"I too heard the tales of the zebra.. but mother was sure of one then lost his way, he killed all his children and they then killed him.."
"Well now thats a bad way to go.."

Then she spoke calmly in monotone..
"She spoke to Glasa on the island.. the temple.. but the wrath.. it kept us prisoner of the bog.."

The temple!? Yscek had heard enough.. How ridiculous to have a temple for a tyrant.. in her opinion.. it had to be destroyed.
Agraxat wanted to persist in getting more information but was pushed out of the tent in Ysceks leave.
"Sorry but i feel.. we need go fast" "If Glasa really lives... i must kill him"
"Calm down Yscek!," tried Agraxat "What of Asfalen?!"

Alas, Yscek had made up her mind. Renewed by the disgust over her anscestors destroyer to be revered.. no.. she would not let 'any ghost stop her now.

Serrunox softly grasped Ysceks clothing and assured her.. "Please be careful, Giantess.., My mother spoke of you.. aswell.."

"How is that even possible" Agraxat remarked taking a stand in front of them both.. "Was your mother an oracle?"

"Oh no," Serrunox said, as she let go of Yscek.. slowly moving back inside her tent.. "Glasa told her".

-SPOILERS ABOUT FINAL SEGMENT OF EGEO, NOT THE EPILOGUE WICH I UPLOAD IN A MOMENT-

I need to tell you guys something i have had in the back of head for a few days now.

I composed the track "Dramatis" For the death of Asfalen, not for the temple of glasa.

I only put it on the temple of glasa because i did not want to make another track seperately for it and the track for the witch serrunox actually fitted much better for it (the temple).

Ill have to do alot of editting on both ng and yt to set things right, i think im going to have to make the whole visit to serrunox another 'track without a score', move up that track to the temple and the dramatis track where it truly belongs, at asfalen's demise. I might have to add in a few lines to the story, i wont change the story though, since it is perfectly fine. This might also instantly fix the whole problem i had with the text limit in the comment section that forced me to make a newspost for it again.

Lastly, i will correctly renumber them but wont change them yet here, as i promised first to upload the ending track with its story segment. So that is how it will be. Today im uploading the conclusion to EGEO. Tomorrow i will try to fix the problem with where Dramatis and Tales of the zebra belong. I might rename Tales of the zebra, but am not certain about it yet. I dont like names like "temple of ..." its too generic. I will also post my intermissioned workfile plot synopsis that i have worked toward so you guys can understand the process of my storytelling. :) Anyway, had to get that off my chest. Thanks for reading EGEO fans!

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p.s. if you liked EGEO and are a graphical artist, perhaps you would like to contribute by making some character collage art, a bit like RPG's have their characters shown in a group and all. I will give you all details you need to know about how the character looks, i will then use it in any and all posts i make to celebrate the full release of EGEO. (i wont make a dime on it btw, so im not using you for my own profit, just so thats clear.)

Due to character limit being limited i am forced to post the storyline to EGEO partially in newsposts.

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/593714

"Are you allright.. are you allright" Agraxat held Telemann up, moving him out of the cell and fell over him.. there they layed on the ground.. Asfalen's deathly fog rising..

"Why cant anything make sense"

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"why did he just.. go like that.."

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"Agraxat.. i've missed you so.." Telemann said as he faced her. "I couldnt tell you, i had to get you as far as possible, .. i suppose i failed.. in a sense.. but also managed ..."
"I must.. tell you the truth now.." He explained, now finally all would be known, as he sat up slightly holding her.

"I had never expected my..guild would be succesful in crumbling..his.." "I am... the true leader of miror acer"
"But it started.. long.. long ago"

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"THE KING, THE KING IS MAD" ... it were the first words i can still vividly remember.. it sounded so much like dead... but was much worse..
Everyone ran in every direction aimless.. i was used to it having been dead.. every other king only lived for a few days..
What the hell had happened in our kingdom.. Cott .. the first mad king; the zebra.. had died, and everyone who succeeded him went mad right after.

I never really realised i was the last man standing...  the caller of bad news.. he killed himself right in front of me..
And there it was.. a perfectly round cobble the size of a fist on the ground, a jewel.. but i had nowhere to go.. there was.. only the dead in the castle.. I truly was the last man standing..
It took me a few days to clean it up.. but the food ran out.  I then took the cobble into the city, did not realise yet what it was, the cause of it all.. but every step i took i forgot i was going to sell it for food.. i started to think of one thing only.. revenge against the Giants..
I created a guild of powerful hatred materialised.. something you could call..magic.. but something of me survived.. with every bit of willpower i had i managed to sometimes snap out of it even if just for a few hours..
Perhaps the cobble had worn off from all the madness in Idium stella..

I was once the incarnate of the hatred against the giants.. hundreds of years ago.. and with the sword above my head in its guilt.. i created my own demise in one of my most serene moments..
I created Miror acer, a guild that would not respond to divine nobility, but for coin alone. The perfect contraption to ensure regardless of my power i would have to be thwarted at one point.

But that day i walked out in anticipation of death, sure that i had finally managed to end the reign of the cobble's spell.. I met you.. Agraxat.. and i was .. myself.. and i fell in love.

However i also knew that the other me would do everything in its power to kill you.. its sworn enemy.. you afterall only existed as miror acer.. to kill me.

When you were given the final contract on my life.. i knew the day had finally come.. and i let you go to the contact hoping you would soon return to slay ..the other me"

..I lost control... it took me over regardless.. perhaps it knew i had plotted against it..  It conjured a stalker to kill you before you could possibly kill me.. but neither of us had forseen Yscek...
Had it not been for her.. the stalker had surely thwarted my plan..  my other self however could not have forseen the stalker would retain even a part of me either..
Funny how he was always my sword yet above my own head.
Perhaps.. it was stupid luck.. or a blessing of Orbis..  When you had returned i was so far gone.. i still tried to warn you.. i tried to explain Miror acer but.. ..
My other self.. must have released the stalker after you left oncemore.. but it returned and managed to overcome me.. its why i ended up in this cell instead..
A Blessing of Orbis it must have been..

In a sense.. i have used you.. and i am so terribly sorry for it.. if i had not been in the position i was in.. if things had been different..

The stalker protected my possession by the cobble's curse.."

"Glasa" Agraxat sighed..

"Oh yes.. that name resonates within me still.." Telemann continued.. sober. "But there is still time .. still more.."

~"You can finish the contract my sweet Agraxat".. "And take solace in a normal life.. even your friend..Yscek"

"I cannot truly be with you either way..without endangering you further.." "Please"

The moment seemed to be eternal as they looked in eachothers eyes.. it truly made sense now...
Yscek stood paralysed with mouth opened.. she was right in front of the very man that was Glasa itself.. the Glasa that had murdered so many of her people.. crushed her people's spirits...
And yet she could not make herself hate him..  He afterall.. had lead them to him in hopes of their vengeance.
She could not give him vengeance.. she was not like Glasa.. she was...Yscek..  proud warrioress of the east fields.. she thought while tears rolled down her cheek by the event in front of her.

"I .." .. Agraxat was conflicted if she hated or loved Telemann for this.. afterall if not for his.. game of cards against Glasa's influence over him.. she had not been in miror acer.. it would not even have existed..
And yet she somehow felt proud to have been part of it.. the real Telemann.. the real him.. was still worth it..

A fierce thuck pushed her elbow onto her stomach...  as she kept gazing in her love's eyes.

She had fired her gauntleted bow.. right into his heart.

"Love you".

Due to character limit being ridiculously limited i am forced to post the storyline to EGEO partially in newsposts.

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/593713

The temple of Glasa rose far far higher than Agraxat had thought possible, it looked like a structure that was in no way designed for mere men, let alone by..
It had taken her and Yscek two more days to reach but at no point of the venture had they lost sight of it the moment they reached past the bog. It was a beacon. It was an Apex.

They had talked about Asfalen, Serrunox, Telemann and Glasa, still without figuring out what Serrunox could have meant.. How could Glasa have known Yscek if she had been born many years after the war.
Or had Yscek been right all along that Glasa was still around as a ghost.. in the temple..  They would now find out.

"Is it a statue?" Agraxat whispered carefully aiming her bow.. "It looks so real.."
"It looks like me" was Ysceks reserved response.. "maybe smaller"

"It looks just as big as you".."It really does look like you" Agraxat continued..

"It..moved"

The almost stone-like right in front of the entrance of Glasa's temple moved its head toward their exact location.

"Turn back" It called out.

"But we cant" Agraxat stood up from their vantage point.. "We are here to find Glasa"

"Glasa is no longer here" The statueish embodiment emitted as it started to move toward Agraxat.. its steps echoed on the soil.

Yscek now rose up in front of Agraxat again in protection, glowing in the red of sunlight she stood strong. And that moment she realised.. she stood face to face... with a fellow Giantess.

"You're.. " "Like me..?"

The stone giantess removed what now proved to have been her face engraved helmet.
"You come for Glasa but you are a lifetime too late"
Agraxat struggled to understand what was going on.. what was another Giant doing so deep in the west beyond even the bog.. while they had lived in the fields just east of the city.. she could only stand silent and perplexed.

"Too late?" "Glasa not here?"  Yscek reasoned.

"I am Soco trian, protector of his tomb" The other Giantess answerred introductory.. "Glasa has died hundreds of years ago"

Agraxat came forward to intrude "So he 'Is a ghost?"

Yscek thought for a moment and then knew she had to mention what had been on her mind from the start..
"Glasa killed my anscestors, he was said to be here"  "I came here to find Glasa, you say he is dead for longer than my anscestors?".."How did he kill them"

Agraxat intruded oncemore with her own boggles, she had been having since they had visited Serrunox..
"How did the zebra know Yscek and The witch?"

Soco trian sat down to level herself with Agraxat and sighed deeply.. "The zebra was ill.. The witch stole Glasa.." "Ever since.. i have waited for Glasa's return.."

Now nothing made sense anylonger for Agraxat and Yscek.. what had the other Giantess just said.. had she gone insane?

"You do not understand... do you" Soco trian continued.. on wich Agraxat emediately nodded with a frown.. Yscek had sat herself down aswell in confusion..
"Glasa is no ghost.. Glasa was stolen from this very temple.." Soco started and explained everything:

~Hundreds of years ago, the Giants of the east field had a king of their own, the visionairy. In the old tongue praised as 'the eye' ; Glasa.
He was the first of the Giants who reasoned and made their species become more than just beast among beasts. But Glasa was proud, and started to consider himself a God among his own kind.
Man had not ignored the event and by their wisdom attempted emediate diplomacy. ..however Glasa considered man below him aswell and refused any and all cooperation. The other giants then had banded together to act.
The giant king Glasa had been imprisoned beyond the bog for the remainder of his life, with his sentence to be protected by the greatest giant warrior of its generation. In her's.. Soco trian.
But Glasa had never forgiven them, ..his hatred and pride made his whole body boil with the malice of revenge..
The day Glasa died, Soco was still young and training in the field, Yscek's mother had not even been born yet..
But then her predecessor passed fulfilled with the death of Glasa, Soco would take her place guarding the temple.

One day, a king of man fell ill in the city, he had a skin condition that branded him the zebra by the people.. mocked .. his reign and right weakened..
Desperate the king begged magicians and witches to come to his aid, amongst wich only one could give him hope.

A witch of the bog who knew of the imprisonment of Glasa believed there to be great power in the old giant king still, and ventured to the temple when Soco was still young of mind, she had not considered a human would try to slip by her..
But the witch had, and stole away one of the dead giant king's eyes.

The king accepted her 'medicine of divine right' wich consisted of the tainted eye, oozing with malice still.
It corrupted him, and the rest was the history of his castle.. Idium stella..~

"IDIUM STELLA?!!?" Agraxat yelled on the top of her lungs.. "BUT THAT IS WHERE..."

"oh no..."  "i.."  She felt light headed.. and lost her balance..

Yscek grabbed Agraxat and held her against herself.. "I will come with you.." "We save your boy..friend"

Authors note: This segment of the story will not have a soundtrack.

This has two reasons; 1: it contains a fight and i always had to set my mind to that kind of score, but i dont want to have to channel violent emotions, not for my music anymore. 2: i thought about this perhaps being a chance for other musicians who read (and listen) into EGEO to compose a score for these particular 'combat involving' scenes themselves. If noone does thats fine too, i simply wont. In EGEO there will not be that many combat encounters anyway, its mostly a adventure, not a conflict. I have written most 'combat involving' encounters already and will post them when their time comes. Again without a score. I will ofcourse score everything else. Thank you for reading.

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"You know.." "We've been walking around the city for a while now and i couldnt help but ask you to tell you more about yourself.."
Agraxat poked Yscek who had been walking at increased pace,  making Agraxat struggle to keep up but she tried not to show fatigue, Yscek would move twice the distance every step regardless.

"No" Was Yscek's short reply.

"no?" Agraxat annoyingly continued.. "I mean.. thats not how you answer th.."

"No" Yscek said again with her head turned towards Agraxat. "I do not want to speak of Yscek"
"I want only to find Glasa"

Agraxat emitted a grunt and changed the subject.. "So .. weve been through the north skirt of the City.. "
"I dont think anyone called Glasa is here" "We cánt keep walking around the city like this ..you're scaring the people.. its just a matter of time untill they find the body of"

Yscek stopped and turned around facing Agraxat again. "Where then"

Agraxat sat down in the middle of the street right in front of Yscek.
"Look.. maybe its better if you help me with 'my mission first.. im headed to the south part of the city.. and thén west toward..eh.. well its complicated now."
"But if Glasa is in the city or not thats how you can be sure..".

Yscek was about to nod and agree but suddenly rose up her warhammer and swung it toward Agraxat who tumbled backwards without grace..unexpected.. but the attack was not meant for her as it crashed into the wall beside..

"Run" Yscek called out while Agraxat crawled back on her feet,  first locating where the warhammer had seemed to have hit something.. shadowy' "Asfalen?!"
she called out.. "It attacks!!" Yscek warned and moved Agraxat out of the way while punching her warhammer toward the assailant again..

It wrapped around the hammerhead like a splash of liquid..

"stop!! stop it!" Agraxat yelled toward the entity attempting to reason realising it had to be Asfalen, her conjured familiar..

But neither of the combattants would yield to it.
Then with full force Yscek bashed her weapon, 'Asfalen' included' into the road leaving it visibly destroyed under its force.

"I think i got it" Yscek indifferently pondered wringing the hammerhead around whatever it held down..

Agraxat now joined the grasp trying to push the hammer away "Its.., wait.. let it go... NOW... its a friend"

"Thats no friend" Yscek emediately overruled.. "Thats the thing that killed the small man in the streets.."

"The old man?" Agraxat queried.. "no..wait..the man in the streets??!"

"We must run.. i cannot kill it" Yscek decided as she grabbed Agraxat and flung her over her shoulder like a bag of grain.., Asfalen's liquid state was already recovering and pulling itself from under the hammer..
 Their direction into the south as Agraxat had suggested, Yscek would not stop her pace now untill she thought it safe.

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/591111

The morning sun was just rising arcing its first ray of clarity upon the City giving back its tints of white and grey.
Its rough stone street painted additionally with thin lines of red and black, the blood and spill of the miror acer contact awaiting discovery by the waking people.
But then came back a wildered stature past the patio where Agraxat had just finished her conversation with her now familiar Asfalen.
It stopped right then and there and moved its head heaving like a battlebeast, it towered over Agraxat twice ..perhaps thrice in size..
Now clearly visible as the sunrays started to move themselves further into the City, it was a giant wielding a three sided warhammer, its face hidden by a rusty helmet of scrap.

Agraxat carefully aimed her gauntleted crossbow toward the immense creaturer.. and moved deeper into the patio where the light did not yet reach.

Loudly the giant's voice rumbled as it walked into the patio aswell..
A womans voice..

"Wait!" Agraxat yelled from the darkened corner.. "You're not ..berserk.. are you?"

The giantess halted her approach turned toward the corner, then settled her warhammer to the ground.
"Im looking for a man" she spoke as she wiped the sweat from her shoulders..then took off her helmet.
"You dont look like a man"

Agraxat still buried herself in the dark afraid of the possibility that this giantess was responsible for her contact's extreme death..

"Im looking for a man called Glasa" The giantess continued. "If you know him you will tell me"

"what happens if i cant tell you anything?" Agraxat replied."Did you kill the man in the streets for it? "

The giantess threw back her messy hair then walked back into the now day lit street "He drew swords first"

"You're walking around with a unsheathed weapon" Agraxat answerred sarcasticly "Im not sure what you consider drawing"

The giantess walked back into the patio and raised her voice.. "what we consider drawing".."Is what Glasa did to us"

"Tell me about this Glasa" Agraxat emediately followed as her curiosity now took hold.

"My ancestors.." The giantess started.. "They would tell only stories of a history of fear" "We are all proud warriors, you are small and hiding where the sun cannot reach"
"we are not meant to fear.. we walk in the light, we kill beasts a hundred times larger than your highest man.. but we also had a treaty with the City.."
The giantess sighed and paused for a moment.. her face showed sadness.. "We would stay out of this ..City ..and you small men would allow peace in our fields.. this was the treaty"

"Yet you are here in the city.." Agraxat remarked..

"Yes.. " The giantess sighed oncemore.. "I am Yscek' a proud warrior of the field" "I will no longer hear the stories of our ancestors in fear.. "

"What fear?.." interrupted agraxat as she left the dark of the patio hoping to win the giantess'es trust. "Glasa?"

Yscek seemed to appreciate agraxat's showing respect toward her and gladfully lectured her.
"Glasa is feared by all of my people, our anscestors did great battle with him, he was of your kind.. a small man.. mighty.. he killed so many of my people"

"But how" said agraxat.. "arent you all.. well.. giants?" .."and.. warriors?"

"Yes..yes.." Yscek groaned in shame.. "Great warriors.. but Glasa spoke to the light and the light betrayed my anscestors" "these are their stories" "And since then no warrior has been in the field.."
"we now..." "get weaker every day"

For a moment Yscek looked as if she could snap back and go on another killing spree, as anger boiled but she then turned to Agraxat..
"You are friendly for a small man's child..  but i must go deeper into the City and find Glasa, i will destroy this ghost.. as i am the only warrior of the field left to lift the shame of my anscestors"
"Anscestors said.. Glasa house is west" "City is west"

"wait!!" Agraxat called out just as Yscek started walking..  "you could travel with 'me.."

"While i look for my target"..

"We might come across yours!!"

Agraxat continued running..

"Please!"

"Theres more west.. from here.. but to be sure.."

"why?" Yscek spoke as Agraxat had caught up to her..

Agraxat moved in front of Yscek looked up straight into her eyes.. "Because im good at locating people, its kind of what i do"
"What does he look like?"

Now Agraxat had somewhat allied herself with the mighty giantess Yscek from the fields east of the City, She had described Glasa from passed over tales of her anscestors to be recogniced as "the zebra".. someone with black and white stripes. On another note; still unbeknownst to Yscek followed Agraxat's familiar Asfalen as her shadow.
Atleast Agraxat could now prevent more people getting killed in the streets.. and perhaps she could help Yscek to calm down with her quest..
Regardless of their alliance relations Agraxat still pondered on why her 'contact had met his end by Yscek's hands, was Miror acer in any way connected to Glasa? Was her job's trail now cold, and how long would it take untill Telemann recieved word of the situation?.