Tian’amen stood in line as the Promethean clerics sung to their great lord. He could not help being overcome with sadness as he looked up at the great calcified Titan. It was the standing belief of many that the old titan had become lonely, that the spark of interest no longer carried to him and so had just stopped moving, stopped getting up from his mighty throne. And over the centuries had slowly calcified. Governor Varrick from time to time had managed to rouse his interest with a difficult problem or a colourful song or even an interesting piece of news, but after a time even he could not rouse the Titan. And so it became the study of the church. There was a deep seeded belief across Rehume that should its people ever truly be in danger that Prometheus would wake and defend the city, but among those who had studied in his church there was more to it. Prometheus wished to become a god, wished to know the multiverse and be truly connected to the universe. He had believed that once one knew everything about a plane that they would naturally evolve into godhood, there was a fair amount of research to support this idea. Now the members or the church spread out across the world looking for lost facts, interesting tidbits that may pique their lords curiosity, but also studied and prepared for a time when he would awaken and they could present the worlds information to him, allowing his to complete his dream and ascend to the higher planes. Once a week on Sonsday the clerics of his order would march up the great hill to the foot of the Titans Chair and call out their new interesting facts, in hopes that they would be the one to bring back the great lord.
Tian’amen had been a member of the church of Prometheus since his 12th nameday. He had been orphaned at a young age, his mother and father sailors on one of Kelezandris Holy Ships had been slain when attacked by pirates. He had been staying at his grandmother’s home in Rehume when he heard the news. Three years later his grandmother had succumbed to consumption during a particularly hard winter and he had been given over to the “little swimmers orphanage” it had been hard at first, though the church had seen him fit to receive a Bear companion, that had helped a lot. Sgt. Cody Bear had been a great friend; he had talked him through the hard times and taught him that even if life hadn’t gone the way you’d planned, it didn’t mean there wasn’t a plan, or great things still I store for you. He had been six when he’d entered the orphanage, and had aged out. He thought for sure he was going to be sacrificed to Kelezandri and for the most part had come to terms with that. As he prepared himself to go he was lucky that Sgt. Cody Bear had agreed to stay with him through the sacrifice and all the way to Kelezandris kingdom “No Matter What”. It was the day before the sacrifice, he had been taken to the Holy Bathhouses to be cleaned when he had overheard to clerics talking in a nearby tub.
“I don’t have anything to offer this week, nothing interesting, what am I gonna do?” the younger cleric complained to the older.
“No matter, come with an open heart and a promise to do better next week” the older of the two offered.
“I just feel like I am failing, I wish I had something, some interesting factoid that would help, it could be about anything” Tian’amen had been listening and decided to speak up here.
“Excuse me, Your Holiness” he said. Both clerics turned to see the boy, saw the retainers around him and knew that the boy was likely here for sacrifice. They bowed their heads to one so young offering so much to the great Brackish Lord.
“What can we do for you noble one” the older of the two clerics asked in a gentle tone
“Well…” now that he had the attention of two clerics he felt a little stupid for speaking up, Sgt Cody Bear urged him on however and he found his courage. “I… err… I have a fact that may help you… I remember my dad saying it, and saying it was something the most folk didn’t know…” the younger cleric looked ready to say something but the older one elbowed him
“Never judge where insight comes from, the great Prometheus taught that” adequately mollified the younger cleric changed his attitude and smiled at the Tian’amen urging him to continue
“Well, he had said that there is an Octopus, who is a true creature of Argyle, not an Aberrant, and that it is called a Mimic Octopus, and not only can it change colours, but when it needs to it can change itself into the shapes of other animals like Flounder, Lionfish and Sea Snakes, he said he saw one on a trip to High Port” Tian’amen took a breath after speaking. The two clerics looked at each other for a long moment before the younger one had a huge smile burst across his face
“Are you quite certain young…. Uhhh”
“Tien’amen” Sgt Cody Bear offered from his bench, the cleric nodded his thanks to the bear
“Are you quite certain young Tien’amen?” the boy nodded
“Yes your holiness, my father was rather proud of that factoid, and spoke it often, it’s one of the few memories of him I have had” the young cleric was already raising from his bath
“You have my thanks a thousand times Tian’amen, I must hurry to the archives to assure that this had not yet been stated before the great Prometheus, but I do believe this is a new one.” The younger cleric stood said his goodbyes and hurriedly left that baths. The older cleric stared at the small boy with an appraising eye.
“You know Tian’amen, it has been many years since I have taken an apprentice, and my memory is not what it used to be, I could use someone with a young excited mind.” The next day he was brought to the Church of Prometheus and instead of being a sacrifice began his study to become a cleric.
The line pushed forward bringing Tian’amen from his revere; he heard the person in front of him speak
“Oh great lord Prometheus, were you aware that caterpillars completely liquefy as they transform into moths” the crowd was silent for a long pause, but the stone Titan was unmoved by the factoid. The cleric mumbled a blessing and moved from the front of the line. Tian’amen stepped forward
“Oh great lord Prometheus, were you aware that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the dactyl body” again there was a long silence but again the stone titan remained unmoved. Tian’amen moved out of the line to join his fellows who had spoken.
“A very good fact young Tian’amen” an elder Cleric said
“Patriarch Rupert! I had not thought to see you today” Tian’amen said with joy as he greeted his old mentor. His mentor gave him a large hug in return
“I don’t have much time left that my body will be able to climb this hill; I try to make it as often as I can; besides I thought you might have had a shot with that one.” The old cleric said as he looked up hearing the tail end of another factoid
“… a group of pugs is called a grumble”
The cleric shook his head and turned back to his old apprentice
“You know Tien’amen, I think you are right, I think that facts in and of themselves are not going to interest our great lord, he was a lord of understanding. He didn’t want to know things; he wanted to understand them, and the people who brought them to them. I think your idea of studying people is the way to go” Tian’amen launched into a large smile
“Really, that’s wonderful… I can’t wait to get into it”
“It has all been arranged young Curative, I have booked you passage on a ship to Eiradun and arranged for you to work with the City in a capacity that will allow you to grain greater understanding of different types of people, in return, you will use the gifts the Great lord Prometheus had offered to aid the city where required” Tian’amen could not smile and larger then he was, he pulled his master into a great hug thanking him profusely. His master laughed and continued “Head down and get backed, your ship leaves in two days and there is much to do before such a journey.