The City of Calamity

  • Parent: Mythology
  • Source: Excerpt from the Odrysis by the epic writer Oat

In an age far removed from this there appeared on Elindra a man who was stooped and hunched.  He traveled across the lands seeking after a few crumbs of bread to feed his empty belly.  As he trekked through villages he was greeted with kindness and sympathy and given the food he needed to survive.  Always this old man passed on after staying only a single day in any village and never did he give his name to those that aided him.

When he came to the great city of Calamity, the largest city in the world, he was turned away at every home he stopped.  Again and again the old man went to different houses in the city seeking anyone that would offer him even a few crumbs and again and again he was turned away.  Finally he came to the mansion of the cities ruler, Werradan the Righteous.  As he approached the gates of the mansion the guards employed by Werradan began to make fun of him, scoff at him and when he tried to speak they smote him mightily and cast him into the trash heap.  There the old man remained for many days, eating the garbage that was tossed out of the house.

Thirteen days after he beseeched the guard to allow him entry the lord of the manor, Werradan himself, came upon the old man living in his garbage.  He said, "Why do you grovel in the trash old man?  Should you not be at my side for your age clearly shows your wisdom.  Have we so little respect that we send our wise men into the streets to live in squalor?"  Upon hearing these words the old man replied, "I asked for a few crumbs and was cast into the garbage lord."  

Werradan heard this tale and his heart was filled with indignation.  He rent his clothing and cried out in shame.  "Who has done this to you old man?"  The old man spoke back, "It was your guards milord."  With these words Werradan went to the guards at his gate and smote them down with his sword.  He called forth all in his manor and smote them down to the last for their complicity in the actions.  "Why did you not go across the street old man?  Why did you not seek shelter in one of the many homes here in Calamity?" he asked the old man.  "I tried milord, for weeks I have walked your streets seeking a bit of food for my empty stomach but everyone turned me away, at last I came to your gates and the guards struck me and cast me into the trash."

When Werradan heard the treatment the old man had suffered at the hands of his city his indignation became implacable and he called out to the gods, "Oh hear me Gwellanor, bring upon this city a great surge of wind that might topple every building casting the stones down upon our very heads and hear me Nydilal, rise from the ocean a mighty wave that might swallow this city and drown us and hear me oh Qiwin and send forth the surging earth to cast us deep into the sea that we might began the unending suffering that is ours to have!  Spare not a single one in your wrath for our sins are great!  We have spurned this one, this eldest among us and deserve no less."

Then it was that the old man stood up from the trash and tore forth his brown garment.  There stood Miraumar, Lord of the Gods.  In his hand was a lash of fire and upon his breast armor of gold.  "For your righteousness I lift you, Werradan, from the trials of mortality into the halls of the gods.  No longer shall you, my Only Friend, be Werradan, master of Calamity, but forevermore shall you be Werradan, the God of Implacable Retribution and as you have asked so shall it be for Calamity.  The winds will buffet her, the seas swallow her and the earth spit her forth and forever shall the name be known for a great mistake and foolishness.  Calamity shall be cast forth into the sea and drowned and all who live here shall learn of their folly."


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