History Trivia / Turgor

ActingForTwo: Due to the many characters, each actor plays two or three of the Brothers or Sisters. Due to the common use of filters, this usually isn't that noticeable, but unfortunately leads to problems in the Brothers' BossBanter. Each voice actor only recorded one set of it, usually with a particular Brother in mind. The same clip is used for all Brothers played by that voice actor, and it's ''very'' noticeable.

But the biting flames poison our spirit, singing spirits smothered by corpses, like [[/Art/LaocoonAndHisSons Laocoon, tangled in knotted snakes, straining to break free, yet keeping silent]]. But no bliss will ever change this pain, the dignity of this restraint, the tension, this ecstasy of hopeless prison. For the balm of lifeless oblivion, we rain a grail of sorrows on the world, we exiles, wanderers, and poets...]]”

But the biting flames poison our spirit, singing spirits smothered by corpses, like Laocoon, tangled in knotted snakes, straining to break free, yet keeping silent. But no bliss will ever change this pain, the dignity of this restraint, the tension, this ecstasy of hopeless prison. For the balm of lifeless oblivion, we rain a grail of sorrows on the world, we exiles, wanderers, and poets...]]”

Who didn't squeeze their grape to sinful flass and didn't seek the joys of earthly leisure. Not in the priestess' dance nor in the pleasure...\\
But who descended into Hell's morass to meet their shadow at the very bottom. \\

-->“[[spoiler:Our dream's meaning the Earth will never dash. When morning murmurs, melded in single chorus, and silken dawns dissolve before us, the fowl's scythe will then be burned to ash. The rippling gray will crush to diamond dust the regrets drowned in the silent ocean, our spirits liberated by devotion. The false sun's glitter will fade at last. We are neither stunned by midday desert splendor, nor to the jewels our will surrenders. No: We are dead, for golden coin's sake. Enrobed in silken moon rays, we are dressed. For suns that shine at midnight, we are blessed...and at the darkest hour, we are awake.]]”

-->“[[spoiler:Our dream's meaning the Earth will never dash. When morning murmurs meld in single chorus, and silken dawns dissolve before us, the foul scythe will then be burnt to ash. The rippling gray will crush to diamond dust the regrets drowned in the silent ocean, our spirits liberated by devotion. The false sun's glitter will fade at last. We are neither stunned by midday desert splendor, nor to the jewels our will surrenders. No: We are dead, for golden coin's sake. Enrobed in silken moon rays, we are dressed. For suns that shine at midnight, we are blessed...and at the darkest hour, we are awake.]]”

-->“[[spoiler:Our dream's meaning the Earth will never dash. When morning murmurs, melded in single chorus, and silken dawns dissolve before us, the fowl's scythe will then be burned to ash. The rippling gray will crush to diamond dust the regrets drowned in the silent ocean, our spirits liberated by devotion. The false sun's glitter will fade at last. We are neither stunned by midday desert splendor, nor to the jewels our will surrenders. No: We are dead, for golden coin's sake. Enrobed in silken moon rays, we are dressed. For suns that shine at midnight, we are blessed...and at the darkest hour, we are awake.]]”

-->"[[spoiler:Entombed, he is destined to be fey, yet sun's hot bark is clear to his sight, from sepulcher that arises from midnight, he sees the land, wheat splayed in the rays. Mules approach, scythes crop, a flail beats the ear, rafts drift, beasts sleep, flitting birds make nests, and from his shroud's folds, he sees the fest of days and nights that spill into the years. Without joy, without tears and pain, he watches over humans' idle fates with no black thought, without asking why. Beyond existence, will, or any wish in knowing peace unknown to you or I... For to Earth, we are forever banished.]]”

*** Each segment of the complete poem is sourced from the Corona Australis by Maximillian Voloshin, a 20th century Russian modernist poet, with the exception of the Spirit's, which is sourced from another one of Voloshin's works, the Sonnet-cycle "Lunaria".

*** Reference found: Voloshin's Corona Australis http://oddolatry.net/blog/?p=14

*** ''"I am the Color of your power and the same."''

But the biting flames poison our spirit, singing spirits smothered by corpses, like Leacoowan, tangled in knotted snakes, straining to break free, yet keeping silent. But no bliss will ever change this pain, the dignity of this restraint, the tension, this ecstasy of hopeless prison. For the balm of lifeless oblivion, we rain a grail of sorrows on the world, we exiles, wanderers, and poets...]]”