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The endless night splayed out across the sky and bared all its majesty to those beneath it. The cyclopes, children of that sky, gazed upward with reverent eyes and beheld the anvil of their maker. They knew not what dwelled at the end of those faint little stars that lit up the sky, nor thought to question it, for those things were of their father’s realm and out of reach. Instead they looked to the great meteor shower raining down upon the horizon, and they chased after it.

Between the steady groans of the earth as it shattered beneath his every footfall, Atlas proclaimed, “Make ready! Great light sent from the Father, to battle and test. The strong will crush those lights!”

Following in the giant’s footsteps, what had been a ragged and disoriented people mere hours ago found their courage and their will. Their pace increased with their determination; their wounds and dead and exile all forgotten, it became a steady march. There was enough heat burning in Atlas’ heart to fill the whole horde of them, and so it did. Fire filled their eyes, and what was only a march soon started to morph into a blind charge. But then Atlas drove his heels into the ground and came to a sudden halt. A meteor made its impact no more than a stone’s throw away, and Atlas stood still with arms outspread and eye cast upward.

What was he doing? Daring the heavens to try to strike him down? Trying to catch one of those falling stars? Preparing for an attempt to strangle the night sky itself?

There were hundreds if not thousands of meteorites in this shower, but strewn across the sky as they were, their landings were far apart and few even came close to the massed cyclopes. Synros looked at the first of his brothers standing there with unflinching resolve, and at all the others milling about in confusion, and then he shook his head.

With a steady pace, the demigod made his way to the closest of the fallen meteorites and examined the shattered heap of slag as it laid smoldering upon the ground where it had struck and broken. With one hand, he scooped up the superheated chunk (for its warmth was nothing for a cyclops’ hands of stone) and moved to carry it back to Atlas.

[color=2f4f4f]"Atlas, there are many trials to come, but this is not one of them,”[/color] Synros preached loud enough for all to hear. [color=2f4f4f]"Be at ease, for there is more to this world than battle. Look at how this fallen stone shines!”[/color]

The demigod raised his hand, and all looked at the twisted chunk of meteoric iron in awe as it gleamed in the starlight. [color=2f4f4f]"This is beauty and power! A gift from the heavens! A Spark of the Maker’s Anvil! These fallen stars are our heritage, and so we must gather them and claim them as our own.”[/color]

Atlas reached for the meteorite, and Synros made no effort to stop the giant from snatching the thing out of his hand. The Might of the Cyclopes stared down the tiny lump of iron, then snorted and tossed it back. The others ran off at once to chase after those meteorites that still streaked through the sky and search for the crash sites of those others that had already fallen, but Atlas entertained himself by cleaving apart a hillside and throwing boulders across the landscape.

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We pick up where the last cyclops post left off, some 18 pages ago: the cyclopes had their giant crystalline spaceship crash land on Galbar, with the survivors rallying behind Synros and Atlas and then chasing after a meteor shower that seemingly came in answer to their prayers.

Atlas is the first to see the meteors and the first to react, leading them to it. But his thinking is flawed, for he interprets meteor shower as just another trial, and looks like a fool as he stands out in the night trying to battle falling rocks that never even come close to him.

Synros realizes that these are instead gifts from heaven; the cyclopes refer to them as the ‘Sparks of the Maker’s Anvil’ and begin to gather the meteorites. Atlas sulks.

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No MP from Synros was spent.

Atlas prestige was 5, now 7
+1 for minor role
+1 for major role
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