1. 6 years ago

    Crafty’s Tale
    Written by Dennari43

    By troth, let it be heard,
    On oath of this decree:
    Let this lost tale bring light
    To shadows as you read
    These truthful words now writ
    On cane and leather bound.
    Our blurry past within
    These pages will be found.
    You’ll see an awful tree,
    A family at odds
    Against a fated son
    Who’d overthrow the gods,
    And sought his father’s reign
    And fought at every turn.
    Now hear my story’s words
    And listen as you learn
    About Crafty’s exile,
    Sent to this foreign land
    And how it came to be
    Through fearful father’s hand.

    Many know the old tale
    Of how we came to be
    Through Chaos, eldest god,
    Creator of our tree.
    He formed the world, Gaia,
    Gave life to mother earth.
    From her, she made the sky,
    From both then came the birth,
    Unwanted it may seem,
    A cold generation
    That far preferred our fear
    Over veneration.
    Ouranos knew his fate,
    Overthrown by a child,
    And so suppressed each birth,
    Which turned their mother wild.
    In rage for her children,
    Gaia began to plot.
    She took her son Kronos,
    Evil in mind, she taught
    The Titan how to kill
    And aimed him at the sky.
    With a swing of his scythe,
    The children said goodbye
    To their fearful father
    As Kronos took the throne
    And reigned as our knew king,
    Now evil to the bone.
    But in his reign he feared
    A father’s fate was due
    And so began his plot
    Where evil all did brew.
    Upon his children’s birth,
    Each one he took in hand,
    And swallowed one by one
    Each child just as planned.
    To see her children trapped,
    Their Titan mother raged
    And stole away her last,
    Her vengeful plot now staged.
    She took her youngest son
    And gave a stone instead
    To fool her husband’s eyes
    To think their child dead.
    And while their father sat
    Upon his throne unmatched,
    Each day Zeus grew stronger,
    And Rhea’s plan now hatched.
    Once mother’s son was strong
    She brought him to the throne,
    He struck down old Kronos,
    The kingdom now his own.
    And with the reign now his,
    He knew the cycle well,
    And soon he’d meet his fate
    As father’s fate would tell.
    And yet he didn’t stop
    Or end the tree right there,
    But with his queen, Metis,
    He made a godly swear
    That never would there be
    A son who’d overthrow,
    And that these godly fights
    Were ended long ago.
    The fighting had to stop,
    And Zeus knew it too well
    And so he swore no son
    From him would ever dwell.
    And yet there came a day
    When Metis came in fear
    And told Zeus of the news.
    He knew his time was near.
    Zeus came up with a plan,
    His promise he would hold
    And never have a son
    Repeat what time had told.
    He took his wife, Metis,
    Asked her to change her shape.
    And so she shrunk her size,
    Till smaller than a grape.
    His tiny wife he grabbed
    And swallowed her with care.
    He couldn’t have a son
    If Metis was not there.
    Now with his wife in him,
    Zeus came to feel at ease,
    His wife and him now one
    Without anxieties.
    Yet the tale does not end
    With Zeus without an heir.
    For Athena was born
    Despite King Zeus’ swear.
    Metis bore a daughter,
    Out from his head she came,
    Her birth baffled the gods,
    Though this became her fame.
    However, Zeus feared not,
    For prophecy is strict.
    A son was needed here
    To cause all the conflict.
    So from that day forward,
    Zeus reigned with care and love.
    His promise he did keep
    In heaven high above.
    And here I end this tale,
    The one that we’ve been told.
    To start another one,
    That’s just as true and old.

    This is the tale we know.
    The one we know is true.
    Yet there is another,
    Known only by a few.
    Credit must be given
    To those where credit’s due.
    For Metis was quite bright,
    A plan she well did brew.
    Metis was a titan,
    So little known, yet fact.
    Crafty intelligence
    Is what she never lacked.
    When she learned of her son,
    She hid him far away
    So that Zeus wouldn’t learn
    About his fated day.
    It wasn’t long after
    When Metis learned the news
    She was to have a girl,
    And here did end the ruse.
    Zeus swallowed up his wife
    Just like the story told,
    But it did not end here.
    There’s still more to unfold.
    Once Zeus and Metis joined
    To become of one mind,
    Zeus learned of her true plot
    And went off then to find
    This hidden son of his
    Without even a name,
    Whose future path would cause
    More fear and death and shame.
    Zeus found the baby boy,
    And in his heart he felt
    A pang of guilt for him,
    On earth he barely dwelt.
    Zeus had a promise made.
    He could not break his swear.
    This fated son was death
    To Zeus if he stayed there.
    His wife’s quick brains now his,
    He thought up a new plan,
    The boy could not stay there
    To grow into a man.
    King Zeus’ heart was big,
    Too large to kill his heir,
    And so he sought Chaos
    For help he made a prayer.
    He begged the ancient god
    To make another land
    Too far away from earth,
    But beauteous and grand.
    A world unlike our own,
    Where his son would reside.
    He’d have his own throne there
    And rule his world with pride.
    And even if he learned
    About his native birth,
    He never could return.
    He had been banned from earth.
    The ancient god agreed
    And with his godly hand,
    He took up a new star
    And formed this boy’s new land.
    Now with a world made new,
    A throne his son could claim,
    He said all his goodbyes
    And chose for him his name.
    Born from his mother’s wits,
    So crafty, wise, and smart,
    He gave Crafty his love
    And blessed his little heart.
    And with Chaos’ word,
    He took the boy in flight,
    And placed him in his world
    To craft and build and fight.
    And as the years went by,
    He mastered all he knew
    And ruled with pride and care,
    A god he’d grown into.

    And now we’re here at last
    And I speak of this tale,
    Which to my best is true
    To every small detail.
    The gods are good and kind,
    Yet veiled in secrecy.
    I gift you all this tale
    To teach our history.
    And now it is your job
    To tell the world to come
    And hear about your tale
    Where Crafty first came from.

    May the gods of CraftyMynes bless you in your travels.

    *Find the books placed around spawn, or ask me in game for a copy

  2. I kind of want to make this into a cinematic poem reading with some CM background footage... What are your thoughts on that? Epic poem by the way, I love it!

  3. Wow Dennari! You are so creative.

  4. "Clapping loudly"

  5. Crafty's other tale
    By MisterChris717

    Now this is a story all about how crafty's life got flipped upside down
    and i'll like take a moment just sit right there
    i'm gonna tell you how he became god of this server and bel-air
    In canada ( i think ) born and raised
    On the playground where he spent most of his days
    Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And he'll shooting some b-ball outside of the school
    When a couple of zombies who were up to no good Started making trouble in his neighborhood
    He got in one little fight and he became scared and said
    "I'm gonna make a server with my auntie and uncle in Bel Air "
    He begged and pleaded with her the other day
    But she packed his suitcase and sent him on my way
    She gave him a kissin' and she gave him his ticket
    He put his Walkman on and said "i might as well kick it"
    First class, yo this is bad,
    Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass,
    Is this what the people of Bel Air livin' like?
    Hm this might be alright!
    He whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said 'Fresh'
    and had dice in the mirror If anything he could say that this cab was rare
    But he thought now forget it, "yo home to Bel Air"
    He pulled up to a house about seven or eight
    And he yelled to the cabbie,
    yo Holmes smell ya later
    Looked at his kingdom, he was finally there To sit on his throne as the prince of Craftymynes

  6. @MisterChris717 that's shit ma dude, also, way too many uses of "Bel-air", lemme help you out a lil' by giving you some more words that rhyme with "air":
    chair
    flare
    bear
    care
    share
    snare
    bare

    also, copying den, seriously?

  7. @alarmgv12 @MisterChris717 that's shit ma dude, also, way too many uses of "Bel-air", lemme help you out a lil' by giving you some more words that rhyme with "air":
    chair
    flare
    bear
    care
    share
    snare
    bare

    also, copying den, seriously?

    Am i suppose to wright the hole thing, and know it by heart!? Geebuz! I just wated to make a bel-air meme :(

  8. @NerdieBirdieYT I kind of want to make this into a cinematic poem reading with some CM background footage... What are your thoughts on that? Epic poem by the way, I love it!

    That might be cool. We can msg on discord and talk more about it.

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