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Sincere apologizes again for all my no comments & missed replies. I've so many new Watchers & dear friends here now that I can't properly keep up with you all with doing my job & personal business. But I do dearly care & appreciate, and you'll her from me as much as possible. If I missed anything important from ya, please Note me...

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Preface:

Well, since I'm doing a serious paper on the subject of Atlantis, I thought I'd attempt doing a fantasy about it as well for fun, the beginning of which follows. If you think it's worth continuing with, let me know...

FYI: The names/terms for persons, peoples & places given in this are actual, taken from extant ancient accounts & records; likewise re the ancient seafaring & trade exploits. My description of the Atlantian capitol is fanciful, however, inspired by Plato's histrionic description of it.
 
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© 2015 G.T.Y.

The Saga of Azor the Atlantian

Gymnosophist

~ Prologue ~

In the days before the rise of the Keftiu's maritime supremacy, before Dionysus arrived on Pharos and brought the knowledge of the vine to king Proteus (thereafter to win over the Libyan Amazon queens to assist him in his war against the Gaderians) there existed on the Western side of the Middle-Earth-Sea, beyond the columns built by Heracles in Tharsis, the realm of the premier peoples there who were descended from the ten sons of the Sea Lord, Poseidon. The first born of these the Titan named Atlas and made him king over the rest. Henceforth, after his name, Oceanus was then called the Atlantic, the islands and lands thereabouts Atlantis, and the tallest mountain in the land named Atlas in his honor. These peoples were variously called the Atlantes, the Atlanteans, the Atlantioi and others, but most widely as the Atlantians.

With the blessing of Poseidon, the descendents of his sons learned well the secrets of Ocean and Sea, and developed a wonderful seafaring culture that held dominion over all the lands and islands of the Atlantic region. Amongst them, they transported and traded the gold, silver and copper of the Tartessians, the cattle, grain and olive oil of the Gaderians, the produce and fleece of the Atlas valley, and the products and resources of the tribes in the Northern regions and isles. Moreover, they had intercourse East across Middle-Earth-Sea to the island of Melita, the Tyrrhenian isles and lands, and <><><> to the Kemi’s Nile realm. Most wondrous, however, were their rare and secretive heroic expeditions to the mysterious isles and lands on the Western side of Ocean Atlantic.

The capitol of these Atlantians was on Posidonius, the largest of the volcanic islands located Southwest of the Middle-Earth-Sea's opening into Ocean Atlantic, being the place where Poseidon had sired his ten sons. Just to the Northeast of these isles were the lands of Atlas, to the North of which those of his twin brother, Gadeirus. Not only was Posidonius the sacred center of devotion to the deity, by virtue of being so it became majestic as the premier Atlantic mercantile port and thus renowned far and wide for its culture, wealth and power. As well, the citizens were exceptional in their being justly governed by the sovereign scions of Atlas through the ecclesiastical keepers of Poseidon’s Temple, who kept advisors adept in the sciences as well as ones appreciative of the Muses, and respectfully acknowledged the voice a publicly elected council.

The Palace and Temple complex on Posidonius was a colossus three stadia square and surrounded by a fantastic looking stone wall, enticingly gaudy in its white, black and red mosaic of colors. Most magnificent, however, was the Alta Temple of Poseidon, which dominated the site, a fabulous structure embellished with an abundance of gold and silver, amber and ivory. A colossal statue of Poseidon driving a chariot drawn by seven Pegasi arose from the great pool in the middle, supported on a grand pedestal of golden dolphins. Supplying this pool was the island’s natural hot and cold springs, which in turn fed the fountains that surrounded the Temple, the runoff being carried via aqueducts to the gymnazein gardens and baths below the Acropolis to provide for the health and pleasure of the citizenry.  

Beyond the Acropolis was a city remarkable in the number of stone buildings, with the stone of all the important structures quarried so that at the same time they hollowed out the rock double within to form roofs of the same. Further, most habitations within the city's walls were built with heating passages between the walls fed by a central furnace, plumbing for both drinking water and sewage, even windows covered with translucent panes. The great fortress wall that protected the city and guarded the harbor – which was staffed with military personnel at all times – was made of millions of heavy stone blocks in many rows, strikingly unique in having the inner platform of its top covered with tin, the battlements plated with brass, and the outer rim ornamented with orichalcum, kept polished so that the glow of its copper in the sun could be seen from far out at sea. Within the city, the stone streets were kept clean and lit at night with torches, maintained by public servants. As well, Royal police regularly patrolled the city, foremost to ensure the safety of, not hinder, the enjoyment of the pleasure loving populace, but also to render aid and summarily deal appropriately with any criminal activity.

No less impressive, was the city's harbor works, which could accommodate fleets of merchant and military vessels as well as providing naval stores and cargo warehouses for the imported goods and provisions the population required. The way to and from the Atlantic was via grand canals made of stone that encircled the city, dividing it into circular zones, which were bridged-over in the four places of the compass that aligned them with the Cardinal Directions, and their size and beauty of decoration were a marvel to behold. Of special fascination were the defensive bronze floodgates that gave the city its appellation, "City of The Golden Gates." These were opened and closed as needed using elephants trained to power the capstans, making passage from harbor or sea an awesome experience for neophyte and seasoned sailors alike. The circuit formed by the innermost canal, which surrounded the Acropolis, also served as the Hippodrome. Between the Palace and the Temple was the Amphitheatron for the sacred bullfights of sacrifice to Poseidon and Atlas.

As would be expected with all the vessels and merchants coming from all parts for trade and respite, there was activity of all sorts in the city, day and night; however, rarely was there any serious trouble or disease among this cosmopolitan population. Cleanliness as well as civility was required of citizens and visitors alike. Serious violators would be arrested. Any ship suspected of carrying a pestilence was turned away or burned. Contagiously ill people were quarantined. In any case, there were sufficient physicians to properly attend to the public's well-being. Indeed, these Atlantians were more than adequate in the number of people representing the whole range of human knowledge and skills to serve and fulfill every need, requirement, and desire.

Into this fabled city of Poseidon was born Azor, to a prosperous sea merchant family. As was the custom in such families when male heirs came of age, they would be initiated into the family business by being sent on their first significant maritime journey. These were normally routine short voyages, but the occasion of Azor’s inauguration happened to coincide with the expedition his father had been commissioned to take to the isles and lands in the Western Atlantic. It was no secret these exploits could prove fateful, but they were too enticingly lucrative if successful not to risk. Azor was naturally keen on the adventure this portended; understandably, his mother was not. But after his father assuaged her concerns with assurances that all contingencies had been planned for to ensure this would be a safe journey, she acquiesced. Fortuna's whim was to prove it a voyage epic . . .


~ I ~

Naked, his luxuriant auburn mane and the aureate glabrous complexion of his hearty gracile physique glowing like old gold in the morning’s hazy sun, Azor presented an endearingly lovesome vision perched on his coltish long legs in the bow of the great ship as it rushed toward the Golden Gates, watching rapt as they opened before him as if by magic. He was not ignorant of how they worked, it was always a delight watching them operate . . .


<< To be continued >>
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Preface:

 

Well, since I'm doing a serious paper on the subject of Atlantis, I thought I'd attempt doing a fantasy about it as well for fun, the beginning of which follows. If you think it's worth continuing with, let me know...

 

FYI: The names/terms for persons, peoples & places given in this are actual, taken from extant ancient accounts & records; likewise re the ancient seafaring & trade exploits. My description of the Atlantian capitol is fanciful, however, inspired by Plato's histrionic description of it.

 

===============================================================

 

© 2015 G.T.Y.

The Saga of Azor the Atlantian

 

Gymnosophist

 

~ Prologue ~

 

In the days before the rise of the Keftiu's maritime supremacy, before Dionysus arrived on Pharos and brought the knowledge of the vine to king Proteus (thereafter to win over the Libyan Amazon queens to assist him in his war against the Gaderians) there existed on the Western side of the Middle-Earth-Sea, beyond the columns built by Heracles in Tharsis, the realm of the premier peoples there who were descended from the ten sons of the Sea Lord, Poseidon. The first born of these the Titan named Atlas and made him king over the rest. Henceforth, after his name, Oceanus was then called the Atlantic, the islands and lands thereabouts Atlantis, and the tallest mountain in the land named Atlas in his honor. These peoples were variously called the Atlantes, the Atlanteans, the Atlantioi and others, but most widely as the Atlantians.

 

With the blessing of Poseidon, the descendents of his sons learned well the secrets of Ocean and Sea, and developed a wonderful seafaring culture that held dominion over all the lands and islands of the Atlantic region. Amongst them, they transported and traded the gold, silver and copper of the Tartessians, the cattle, grain and olive oil of the Gaderians, the produce and fleece of the Atlas valley, and the products and resources of the tribes in the Northern regions and isles. Moreover, they had intercourse East across Middle-Earth-Sea to the island of Melita, the Tyrrhenian isles and lands, and <><><> to the Kemi’s Nile realm. Most wondrous, however, were their rare and secretive heroic expeditions to the mysterious isles and lands on the Western side of Ocean Atlantic.

 

The capitol of these Atlantians was on Posidonius, the largest of the volcanic islands located Southwest of the Middle-Earth-Sea's opening into Ocean Atlantic, being the place where Poseidon had sired his ten sons. Just to the Northeast of these isles were the lands of Atlas, to the North of which those of his twin brother, Gadeirus. Not only was Posidonius the sacred center of devotion to the deity, by virtue of being so it became majestic as the premier Atlantic mercantile port and thus renowned far and wide for its culture, wealth and power. As well, the citizens were exceptional in their being justly governed by the sovereign scions of Atlas through the ecclesiastical keepers of Poseidon’s Temple, who kept advisors adept in the sciences as well as ones appreciative of the Muses, and respectfully acknowledged the voice a publicly elected council.

 

The Palace and Temple complex on Posidonius was a colossus three stadia square and surrounded by a fantastic looking stone wall, enticingly gaudy in its white, black and red mosaic of colors. Most magnificent, however, was the Alta Temple of Poseidon, which dominated the site, a fabulous structure embellished with an abundance of gold and silver, amber and ivory. A colossal statue of Poseidon driving a chariot drawn by seven Pegasi arose from the great pool in the middle, supported on a grand pedestal of golden dolphins. Supplying this pool was the island’s natural hot and cold springs, which in turn fed the fountains that surrounded the Temple, the runoff being carried via aqueducts to the gymnazein gardens and baths below the Acropolis to provide for the health and pleasure of the citizenry. 

 

Beyond the Acropolis was a city remarkable in the number of stone buildings, with the stone of all the important structures quarried so that at the same time they hollowed out the rock double within to form roofs of the same. Further, most habitations within the city's walls were built with heating passages between the walls fed by a central furnace, plumbing for both drinking water and sewage, even windows covered with translucent panes. The great fortress wall that protected the city and guarded the harbor – which was staffed with military personnel at all times – was made of millions of heavy stone blocks in many rows, strikingly unique in having the inner platform of its top covered with tin, the battlements plated with brass, and the outer rim ornamented with orichalcum, kept polished so that the glow of its copper in the sun could be seen from far out at sea. Within the city, the stone streets were kept clean and lit at night with torches, maintained by public servants. As well, Royal police regularly patrolled the city, foremost to ensure the safety of, not hinder, the enjoyment of the pleasure loving populace, but also to render aid and summarily deal appropriately with any criminal activity.

 

No less impressive, was the city's harbor works, which could accommodate fleets of merchant and military vessels as well as providing naval stores and cargo warehouses for the imported goods and provisions the population required. The way to and from the Atlantic was via grand canals made of stone that encircled the city, dividing it into circular zones, which were bridged-over in the four places of the compass that aligned them with the Cardinal Directions, and their size and beauty of decoration were a marvel to behold. Of special fascination were the defensive bronze floodgates that gave the city its appellation, "City of The Golden Gates." These were opened and closed as needed using elephants trained to power the capstans, making passage from harbor or sea an awesome experience for neophyte and seasoned sailors alike. The circuit formed by the innermost canal, which surrounded the Acropolis, also served as the Hippodrome. Between the Palace and the Temple was the Amphitheatron for the sacred bullfights of sacrifice to Poseidon and Atlas.

 

As would be expected with all the vessels and merchants coming from all parts for trade and respite, there was activity of all sorts in the city, day and night; however, rarely was there any serious trouble or disease among this cosmopolitan population. Cleanliness as well as civility was required of citizens and visitors alike. Serious violators would be arrested. Any ship suspected of carrying a pestilence was turned away or burned. Contagiously ill people were quarantined. In any case, there were sufficient physicians to properly attend to the public's well-being. Indeed, these Atlantians were more than adequate in the number of people representing the whole range of human knowledge and skills to serve and fulfill every need, requirement, and desire.

 

Into this fabled city of Poseidon was born Azor, to a prosperous sea merchant family. As was the custom in such families when male heirs came of age, they would be initiated into the family business by being sent on their first significant maritime journey. These were normally routine short voyages, but the occasion of Azor’s inauguration happened to coincide with the expedition his father had been commissioned to take to the isles and lands in the Western Atlantic. It was no secret these exploits could prove fateful, but they were too enticingly lucrative if successful not to risk. Azor was naturally keen on the adventure this portended; understandably, his mother was not. But after his father assuaged her concerns with assurances that all contingencies had been planned for to ensure this would be a safe journey, she acquiesced. Fortuna's whim was to prove it a voyage epic . . .

 

 

~ I ~

 

Naked, his luxuriant auburn mane and the aureate glabrous complexion of his hearty gracile physique glowing like old gold in the morning’s hazy sun, Azor presented an endearingly lovesome vision perched on his coltish long legs in the bow of the great ship as it rushed toward the Golden Gates, watching rapt as they opened before him as if by magic. He was not ignorant of how they worked, it was always a delight watching them operate . . .

 

 

<< To be continued >>

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Well, again, earnest apologies for being so behind in acknowledging & replying to all your lovely posts. Alas, this is going to be an ongoing tribulation for me for a while due to work & other pressing matters sapping my spare time. And, ironically, also due to all the wonderful new Watchers I've elatedly acquired recently & dearly appreciate. I now have so many dear friends here that I can't properly keep up with you all. Don't think I'm ignoring you or don't care. But don't worry, I'll pester you all as much as I can...

 

Other than busy, things are good with me, all things considered. Pray all is well with all of you & that you springtime (or autumn, as the case may be) is going fun. Thank you truly again for being my friend. More as soon as it's notable...

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