I got more of a building/inventing/idea/discovery/detective coming to a conclusion montage feel (for some reason in a clocktower though). Somehow I want to see both ideas combined.
I used this song as the theme for a major villain in my D&D campaign - brutalized and abused by a steampunk dictatorship, he built a pocket dimension outside of time out of cogs and magic. He then made marvelous clockwork creations and sent them back in time to lure important historical figures into his timeless tower and have them fight for the entertainment of the rich in an arena of twisting gears, all in hopes that pulling them out of time would change the future, so the world that hurt him would never exist. When this artificer plucked the party from the timeline, when they discovered what they would have to sacrifice to escape, and when they fought and died facing a massive clockwork dragon, this song was playing.
@@unrulybot1352 I found myself back on this video while making plans to bring this character back for the party's upcoming boss fight, and I figured I'd dig out the speech he gave after drawing the party into his tower, the speech to which I first played this song. “And so it begins. Finally, our “heroes” have come… led here by a perfectly beguiling construct of my own design…hailing from the tail end of the 31st century. You’ve already seen some of their exploits - fighting demons, treating with archfey, proving their valour to the Ancient, doing battle with one of the three Champions of Oblivion, crossing through the chaos of Air, and fighting the Forsaken itself. What a thrill. In their future, they may have gone on to free Lith Myathar from the grip of the Iron Lord’s champion. They may have slain the Ember Dawn, preventing her centuries of terror and blood. They may have travelled to the final chain and saved it from destruction. “What noble heroes!” You might think, buying into propaganda. Because with me, you have also seen what else they have done. The things history conveniently forgot. But I am a champion of truth! These PEOPLE [angrily] are not worthy of the accolades they will earn themselves. And I am here to finally see justice done. [pause] All of you, the elite, the blessed, the brilliant. You have all found your way here, to me, to my home, to the Arena of the Lost. You have come to witness the deaths of heroes. You have come to see my good work - and to see me defy the will of the gods themselves - for I am Cornelius Giles; I am the destruction of time. This is justice. Let the games begin.”
She smiled, a dangerous, deranged smile. "I won't ever let you go. Not even time can take from me." And, instead of being afraid, or running away... he smiles, pulling her hand up and kissing her palm. "Not time, death, fate or destiny can keep me from you, nor I you."
Sorry, I'm having a little trouble understanding this. Did the lady want to torture or hurt the man, and then did the man agree and say that nothing could keep her from him, meaning he could also hurt her?
The woman slowly entered her brother’s lab, a room in the basement of their family’s manor. She took note of the faint odor present, the smell of metal and oil one might expect of a watchmakers workshop. She found her brother hunched over his desk, just as he had been when she left him the previous night. “Oh, you fool,” she exclaimed, “Have you gotten any sleep at all?” Her brother turned around, seemingly surprised by the disruption. “Of course I haven’t, sister. My work is far too important.” She cautiously walked into the workshop, approaching her brother’s seat. “And when was the last time you did sleep? I haven’t seen you leave your desk for more than a half hour, much less leave this room.” Her brother wearily sat back, rubbing his eyes. “Two days ago? No, no. If you’re here, then it must be morn. That’d make it three days. “What is it you’re doing here, brother? What could be so important that you’ll barely eat, let alone sleep?” Her brother slowly stood up, sighing as his muscles stretched and joints popped. Once he had done so, he turned to face his sister. “A chance, dear sister. A chance to fix everything.” He then turned back to his desk, and picked up an ornate pocket watch, the fruit of his ceaseless labor. The device hung from a golden chain, and its case was decorated with swirling patterns of gold and copper and bronze, each design passing seamlessly into the next. The face of the watch was no less grand, with hands of finely shaped silver displayed against a backdrop of mahogany, with roman numerals etched into the wood, then inlayed with pearl, all held behind a near-invisible pane of glass. Within the ring of wood, the watch’s mechanisms were visible behind a second pane of glass, a masterful creation of interlocking gears. And at the center of it all was a flawless diamond, carefully held so that it was easily visible, and yet would not disrupt the delicate mechanisms. Altogether, it was a masterwork worthy of royalty, or perhaps even worthy of the divine. “What is it?” asked his sister, confused as to how this device, beautiful as it was, could fix anything. Her brother did not answer at first, instead walking out of the room and up the stairs. As his sister followed, he began to speak. “I never told you the whole story of what happened on that fateful day, thirteen years ago.” “What do you mean?” asked his sister, confused. “You told me that you were at the university when that dreadful spell was cast. That you had to flee afterword, in fear of being blamed.” “And that’s where I lied.” replied her brother. “I fled, because I was to blame.” His sister gasped, but otherwise remained silent as he began to tell the tale. “I was a member of a small group at the university. A group that believed that the arcane was only the surface of what was possible. We pooled our resources and influence to acquire ancient tomes and other, darker artifacts of elder times.” He bowed his head as he continued, speak softly. “In our hubris, we thought that we had discovered a source of power that we could learn, that we could master. We had no idea what we were about to unleash.” “We found a ritual in one of the tomes, an occult rite which we believed would grant us knowledge beyond our wildest dreams. We gathered at dusk on the fateful day, and performed the ritual, and in doing so, unleashed calamity.” “So that’s why you came back home.” She whispered. “You came to hide.” “No.” he replied as he walked into the front room. “I came to find a way to fix my mistake.” He pulled the watch out of his pocket, opening it and looking at its face. “For 3 years, I searched for any means to reverse what we had done, but my search was in vain. I had given up, even planned to turn myself over to those who were hunting me. Then, I found something. An old idea, never truly explored.” He looked up at his sister, with a small grin. “Chronomancy.” Closing the watch, the man sat down. “10 years. I’ve spent the past 10 years researching chronomancy, learning how to manipulate time itself. This watch is the culmination of my efforts, a way to turn back the clock.” Sighing, he continued. “Unfortunately, there’s a price. I can slow time, even stop it for a short while, but every time I do, that time has to come from somewhere. In this case, every time I use these powers, I lose a little bit of my lifespan in the process.” He looked up with a wry smile. “Even with this power, I’m running out of time.” The woman lunged forward, grasping his arm. “Why are you doing this? What do you hope to accomplish?” The man gently removed her hand, holding it in his own. “Like I said, I can go back. I can stop this from ever happening.” Letting her hand go, he moved to the coat rack. “I know it’s a long shot, but I have to do this. If I can find a way to refine my abilities, find a way to return to the past, it will all have been worth it." “But the people! They’ll hunt you!” cried the woman. “They’ll hunt you, and when they catch you, it will all have been in vain!” She descended into sobs as she finished. “That’s where you’re wrong.” replied her brother, a somber smile on his face. “They’ll hunt me, there’s no denying that.” Donning his coat as he opened the door, he turned to face her one last time. “But time will catch me first.”
@@mariaskorski thank you, but unfortunately I’m nowhere near skilled enough to turn this into a proper book. I’ve tried to do so before, but I’m afraid that short stories and concepts are the extent of my capabilities. If you, or anyone else, would like to try your hand at making this a story, feel free!
Time- a thing so precious, yet so cruel. All of us are bound to the forever-ticking hands of the clock that is life. Our hearts reflect the ominous ticking of the seconds as they go by, taking us closer and closer to our inevitable demise. The rhythm of our stride, clicking, clacking, tocking on- marks the intervals of life as they pass away, never to be seen again. The clock is always within you. You may be lucky enough to evade the slowing ticks of time once or twice... but you cannot run from your eventual end. Time has something in store for all of us, a specific moment set out for our hearts and feet to stop ticking, never to be rewound by the hands of man. For time bargains with no soul- From time, there is no escape.
@rubygauntlet To say mankind created time is to put supernatural power in our hands, something we very clearly do not have. Only one who existed before time can create time
and now you can add 2 million to that. I've lost count of the number of times I've listened to this while doing my writing. You're absolutely brilliant.
All I imagine is a camera spinning around a character in a steampunk lab with notes scattered about, camera zooming at a few notes with some big revaluation.
I get Jack the Ripper from Fate, but instead of a psycho Loli, she's a salasiously stylish adult waiting at the top of Big Ben as the final boss dark souls style.
None shall outrun me. None shall outlive me. None shall outsmart me. I gave all a beginning and I will wait at the end. I am Time, and none will escape me when their time is due.
Run run as fast as you can! You can't catch me! I'm the girl who ran. Come along with me, little mice Just be aware, I won't let you follow me twice. Round and round, it comes together Doom and blessing are as light as a feather. Hope and joy are like rhymes. You enjoy them a lot Until you're out of time. I must bid you goodbye For my chance as run dry. Do not fret, I have been caught Beyond all that you have naught. Seek me not and satisfied With this delicate lullaby. Toodles! *fades away*
The clock spins counting down the days My life is spent and fades away You can hunt me you can hurt me you can chase me but in the end Time will catch me first Look to the skies, see the stars pass by Your life wasted as you wither away You can beg you can cry you can say it's not fair but in the end Time will catch you first Hear the ticking of the clock let the hands spin by See me for my work see me for my heart see me for the effort because in the end Time will catch us first
"Well then, let's dance." A girl, seemingly only 10 years old gripped the intricately-designed, spear-sized minute hand in her hand. The Enchanted Minute Hand of Sun. A fight to the death, the man held a nearly identical weapon in his own hand, the Enchanted Minute Hand of Moon. Behind the man was the decapitated head and the body of the girl's best friend. Cruel, the man may seem, but that little girl had it coming. Fallen, was what she went by. Nearly 1,000 deaths to her name, she was a ruthless killing-machine. Unstoppable, or so the world thought. The man was doubted like he was years ago. The Enchanted Minute Hand of Sun, was previously his. He gifted the weapon to the girl long ago, unaware of the monster she truly was. The man used the weapon long enough to know the ins and outs of it, and recreated it himself. The Enchanted Minute Hand of Moon. It was time. He would finally put a stop to this. The friend of Fallen's didn't matter. At least, not anymore. The two Minute Hands clashed. The girl knew offense and defense, but the man knew her better than anything else. This was his moment. He knew that she couldn't catch up to him. She would give in eventually. The two jumped back. Fallen was confident. She defeated legends before, this man would be nothing comparing to some she defeated. She could even see the fear in his gaze. There was no way that she couldn't prevail. Flares of moonlight and flares of sunlight fired out from the roof of the tower they fought upon. As the battle went on, the man grew increasingly exhausted, but Fallen stayed strong. Flares of white light soon joined the dance of sun and moon, as Fallen decided to take this up a notch. Surely, Fallen would be victorious. The man could feel his fear consume him, like a dragon swallowing him whole. He couldn't hold his Minute Hand without shaky hands anymore. He was absolutely exhausted, barely even able to stand on his feet anymore. Fallen kept approaching. The man closed his eyes, maybe he could let that fear be engulfed with rage. All he felt was more and more of it, biting him again and again. Just when he thought he could calm down, that fear struck once again. What was this girl's weakness? What could he exploit? ... Nothing. He could feel his heart beating outside of his chest. He could feel Fallen's Minute Hand stab into his abdomen. "Caught you," the girl's voice echoed. The man opened his eyes, putting his hand on the weapon piercing through him. Hope was lost. He looked at her in the eyes as she tore the weapon out of him. The man fell to his knees. "Time... Will catch me first," he said, placing his hand on the ground. Despite the pain, he pressed on, rising to his knees. His fear would become his fuel. This demon needed to be vanquished. Fallen didn't get to blink, the man's Minute Hand tearing through her again and again until she could hardly stand anymore. The man kicked her off of the tower, jumping down after her. The light-purple string of his own Minute Hand wrapped around his wrist, the weapon stabbed into the roof of the tower. He stopped moments before hitting the ground. The string extended slightly, his feet gently touching the ground as the Minute Hand flew back into his grip. Somehow, Fallen still had the will to continue, to fight. She wasn't yet dead, she tried to get up. The Enchanted Minute Hand of Moon stabbed into her stomach as the man placed his hand onto her face. "Rest, child," he mumbled. And that was the last thing that devil of a child saw. The man grabbed his own Minute Hand, sighing as he stood up straight. "S-She will awake again... B-But hopefully, she will h-have learned her lesson..." He walked off, blood dripping off of the Enchanted Minute Hand of Moon and onto the ground. He stopped, looking over his shoulder at Fallen. "As I said, time will catch me first..." He continued on.
@@l1nkn0wn9 Oddly I do have a touch of empathy for the Fallen... I wonder why... And I know her friend wasn't important to the piece but I do wonder what *they're* all about. :p
@@TrueLadyEvilChan In fact, this piece of writing was actually my plans for three of my characters in an online roleplay, and well, things tend to get derailed so I decided to write this not only for fun, but so I have something to say where the story could have gone. The friend's name was Eiden, more commonly known as "Risen" (I have not given him a last name), Fallen is Michara Ashbridge (Formerly Michara Elf'for), but is more commonly known as, well, "Fallen", and the man was Tyl Greenwood. Part of what I am trying to represent with the trio is how gray everything is. Was Risen in the right for befriending Fallen and trying to make her a better person, or was Tyl in the right to finally put an end to Fallen? I could give you the full story, but we would pretty much be here for hours as I explain everything that happened, everything that needs to happen, and also explaining the magic system and the story of this universe. I am actually happy that you enjoyed this, there is no words to describe it, really.
@@l1nkn0wn9 No problem! I love fantasy, and love writing it and reading it. I especially love grey and gray morality (and tragedies). Thank you very much for sharing, my friend! And if you celebrate it; Merry Christmas!
Hey stranger.... We'll probably never meet but : Take a deep breathe and let your anxiety dissolve, clean your mind. You deserve happiness. May you and your family spend a great time in this life...
This song fits so well with an overarching antagonist I know from a novel. Not only is his symbol a clock, but even his title is also "Angel of Time". His rank in terms of the world's power system is Sequence 1: Worm of Time, which is one sequence below a True God. The best part is that the novel takes place in an alternate history version of London.
Perfect theme for someone who can manipulate time. Hell, if it was an boss theme, you could have the ticking in the bcakground be effected by the slow and speed ingame
"I have walked across the surface of the sun. I have witnessed events so tiny, so fast they could hardly be said to have occurred at all. But you, Adrian? You're just a man. The world's smartest man poses no more threat to me, than does it's smartest termite." -Doctor Manhattan
Why did I only find this now, after Friday 13th 2020 when it's too late to do the things I wish I could have. This would have been perfect. But alas, the clock stops for no one. Momento Mori. Unus Annus.
I can see this play in a losing battle where someone needs to rewind time or send the protagonists back in time to avoid the tragedy occurring presently but the spell to reverse time takes a while to cast so the others must hold off the encroaching danger and they begin to see fragments of past memories that will be erased from their actions to come in the past. And as we all know, messing with time usually comes at a price. Amazing song.
I managed to think up almost every aspect of a brand new character of mine, from his abilities to his personality, as I listened to this song. It's full of powerful inspiration that can shatter even the toughest art blocks. I'm giving it 10 out of 10 blue whales! 🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋
Dude, I was just looking for something to watch and randomly clicked on this, I am SO Thankful of my 'In the moment" moments. this is awesome and I'm checking out whatever else this has, DAMN!
I found this song and remembered I have a character in a dark fantasy project I've been working on with friends for a while themed around clocks and I just can't help but think of him when I listen to this. Looks like I know which playlist I'm saving this too know lol. I fecking love this!
In the realm of epic music, composers weave tales of courage, triumph, and hope. To all those who contribute to this art form, we express our deepest gratitude
I'm getting the feeling of a time travel story done right. One where the time travel is consistent and not used to bail people out of trouble, but complicate it, where the grand structure of time is set in stone at the very beggining, and we see hints of the path we are to take, but never fully grasp it till we see it ourselves
I'm running a steampunk science-fantasy GURPS campaign, and one of my players suggested this song be played during a boss fight against a mecha-angel (long story it involves time travel). And let me tell you this song fit perfectly, especially when the choir kicks in, holy shit is it fantastic.
Sounds like the last preparations for an imminent battle between armies. A furious, dense hurry. The nervous checking and rechecking, the persistent tough that something important was overlooked. This music catched this too well for confort.
I used this for a dnd game. I needed a ost to represent the god of entropy talking to two of the players in a vision. After the sesion one of the players was completely terrified thanks to this music. (To my merit the description of an eternal landscape changing to the tune of the clock and blooming, whitering, eroding, flooding, drying,burning etc, also was a perfect combo)
The dark vibe of this music entranced me. Though, I was surprised when I saw one dislike for such a beautiful music. Still, keep up the good work, maestro👍 Time will catch me first "Tiid bo amatiiv" Time flows ever onward
Writer's block? Just need to pull this up and it goes away! Brilliant, Crowley! Music like this deserves a certain amount of credit for my upcoming series.
@@thefriendlierfriendliestfr786 Writer's block is a term used for the situation in which an author is stuck at a certain scene or event in their literature. Knowing what they want to write but somehow stuck when trying to put it into words. In my case, a book.
This is PEAK steampunk battle music! I can already imagine the characters of my steampunk storyline (it's an AU of a game) battling mechanical monsters to this!
"Take your stances" The instructor barked out his one and only order, this was to be a test of skill and magical powers. A young pixie-haired woman stood in front of you, she couldn't have been any older than eighteen standing at a measley five feet two inches...yet her blood red eyes held more experience than even some of the instructors watching. She spoke with a quiet hunger, you were nothing but prey to her and her Astral Beast that took it's place next to her, a black lion with the same deep wine red irises as it's master. _[Sorry, but there's only one spot left in this academy. And you're the one thing standing in my way]_ Your body shook, this would be your first battle with a power you'd only discovered a week ago while this tamer seemed to be both competent and calculating- you couldn't possibly survive...or you thought so until that familiar surge of power arrived once again and and a smirk pulled at your lips. _{I'll crush you and that pet of yours with this power, bring it on shortstack}_ Bluffs wouldn't do too much damage but hopefully her blazing anger would throw her off balance- especially now that her beast was charging at you full sprint.
Dear Mr. Crowley, Thank you for gifting us with this masterpiece so I can use it as a final battle theme for the bbeg of my campaign. Sincerely, An avid story-writer, musician, and baby Dungeon Master
I CANNOT NOT leave a comment on this: THIS MASTERPIECE. Not only is this wonderfully done and wonderfully made, there is so much intensity in this, so many feelings. I could imagine my character counting the time until her only child gets separated from her. This quickly leads her into a nightmare!
I know many don't care but I have to say this is probably one of my favorite pieces from Peter Crowley, just listening to those powerful strings and instruments. Really does pierce the soul like at 2:42-2:50. The choir really echoing and booming, really makes you feel like time is catching up to you. And really when it comes to orchestra's like Two Steps from Hell, Audiomachine, Peter Crowley, Thomas Bergersen etc, they're all great in my book, and anything to do with Time, or the ticking sound from a clock..is just the best hehe.
This is by far the best song you've created, Peter. It's complexity, repetition, variety, spirit, and powerful nature is incredible. VERY well done! This is such a masterpiece, and I can only imagine how proud you must be of it.
After 'Spirit of Freedom' I always am on the waiting time between your uploads. Your work is simply amazing and incredibly inspiring. Thank you for sharing and I hope you never stop doing what you love with such passion!
This is absolute genius. Can't stop listening to this masterpiece. Such an inspiration for roleplaying and writing ! Thank you and PLEASE give us more epic dark violin !
" I'm an old physicist. I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of time. "
Interstellar?
@@Epochal_Enigmas Yes 😌
Idk what interstellar is, but this quote is awesome.
John Bruner it’s a movie
Deep vary deep i guess only time will tell till u find the true meaning of the Beginning and the End!
Me: "This artist's block just won't seem to go away..."
Peter Crowley: "I'm about to start this man's whole career."
Can we all make "I'm about to start this man's whole career" a thing everybody?
IKR
This is... accurate! I always come to Crowley to kickstart a writing session when it just won't start!
@@Kobolds_in_a_trenchcoat Yes.
@@Kobolds_in_a_trenchcoat
Sure, I'm in.
"Time stops for no man. Even as I go through life, no fame or fortune or love with last through... time will catch me first."
But I stoped time onse and I'm a girl
@@RiverAldavya I think you miss the point
I know. It whas a joke
@@RiverAldavya No, I mean... nevermind. Spelling, by the way.
I'm from Sweden and when I try to White in English my autokorect keep change the words
You can run from monsters,
you can run from darkness,
you can even run from yourself
but you cannot run from time.
Time will always catch up
You cannot escape it
Even if you do,
It will find you...
A N Y W H E R E
It's not true if your speed is high enough the time begin to deform
@@giuseppemorrone7420 but time is stell there if your moving even if your not moving time stell there(I'm trying to say that you can't run from time)
@@giuseppemorrone7420 Time relative to the outside world. Your experience of time on your body will be unchanging
there is no time for me there are just experiences and levels.
A battle in Big Ben. The ticking noises and how the song already gives me that Victorian London vibe really gave me that idea.
Like the final conflict in Basil The Great Mouse Detective?
@@Lukethefox I'd say more along the lines of this old game.
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@@Lukethefox I'm so grateful when people remind that very nice movie 😃
I got more of a building/inventing/idea/discovery/detective coming to a conclusion montage feel (for some reason in a clocktower though). Somehow I want to see both ideas combined.
@Meh
Ah, a fellow man of culture i see.
I'm only 33 seconds into this, but it's already one of the most captivating, refreshing pieces of music I've heard in a while!
same here
33, coincidence?
for me it was 20 seconds in : )
I had me when it started
For me it was 13 sec
I used this song as the theme for a major villain in my D&D campaign - brutalized and abused by a steampunk dictatorship, he built a pocket dimension outside of time out of cogs and magic. He then made marvelous clockwork creations and sent them back in time to lure important historical figures into his timeless tower and have them fight for the entertainment of the rich in an arena of twisting gears, all in hopes that pulling them out of time would change the future, so the world that hurt him would never exist.
When this artificer plucked the party from the timeline, when they discovered what they would have to sacrifice to escape, and when they fought and died facing a massive clockwork dragon, this song was playing.
👍 (personal like)
Alright, this need to be a tv series, or a movie... Or something.
@@unrulybot1352 I found myself back on this video while making plans to bring this character back for the party's upcoming boss fight, and I figured I'd dig out the speech he gave after drawing the party into his tower, the speech to which I first played this song.
“And so it begins. Finally, our “heroes” have come… led here by a perfectly beguiling construct of my own design…hailing from the tail end of the 31st century. You’ve already seen some of their exploits - fighting demons, treating with archfey, proving their valour to the Ancient, doing battle with one of the three Champions of Oblivion, crossing through the chaos of Air, and fighting the Forsaken itself. What a thrill.
In their future, they may have gone on to free Lith Myathar from the grip of the Iron Lord’s champion. They may have slain the Ember Dawn, preventing her centuries of terror and blood. They may have travelled to the final chain and saved it from destruction.
“What noble heroes!” You might think, buying into propaganda. Because with me, you have also seen what else they have done. The things history conveniently forgot. But I am a champion of truth! These PEOPLE [angrily] are not worthy of the accolades they will earn themselves. And I am here to finally see justice done.
[pause]
All of you, the elite, the blessed, the brilliant. You have all found your way here, to me, to my home, to the Arena of the Lost. You have come to witness the deaths of heroes. You have come to see my good work - and to see me defy the will of the gods themselves - for I am Cornelius Giles; I am the destruction of time.
This is justice. Let the games begin.”
@@edensnelgroveribovski5392 okay...
Someone needs to either animate or perform this.
Maybe both.
So cool
@@edensnelgroveribovski5392 flash backs to Cornelius snow from a hunger games prologue book even thought it’s not relevant also that’s amazing lore
She smiled, a dangerous, deranged smile.
"I won't ever let you go. Not even time can take from me."
And, instead of being afraid, or running away... he smiles, pulling her hand up and kissing her palm.
"Not time, death, fate or destiny can keep me from you, nor I you."
That’s amazing. Did you come up with that or is it a quote from something?
@@lauragraham5430 oh, thank you! I came up with it myself, got a little inspired by the music
@@creatresscorruption802 I find that incredible!
this is really good!
Sorry, I'm having a little trouble understanding this. Did the lady want to torture or hurt the man, and then did the man agree and say that nothing could keep her from him, meaning he could also hurt her?
*Me during my finals, frantically trying to finish writing in time*
😂😂 omg you got me laughing
🤣
Every time...
The woman slowly entered her brother’s lab, a room in the basement of their family’s manor. She took note of the faint odor present, the smell of metal and oil one might expect of a watchmakers workshop. She found her brother hunched over his desk, just as he had been when she left him the previous night.
“Oh, you fool,” she exclaimed, “Have you gotten any sleep at all?”
Her brother turned around, seemingly surprised by the disruption. “Of course I haven’t, sister. My work is far too important.”
She cautiously walked into the workshop, approaching her brother’s seat. “And when was the last time you did sleep? I haven’t seen you leave your desk for more than a half hour, much less leave this room.”
Her brother wearily sat back, rubbing his eyes. “Two days ago? No, no. If you’re here, then it must be morn. That’d make it three days.
“What is it you’re doing here, brother? What could be so important that you’ll barely eat, let alone sleep?”
Her brother slowly stood up, sighing as his muscles stretched and joints popped. Once he had done so, he turned to face his sister. “A chance, dear sister. A chance to fix everything.” He then turned back to his desk, and picked up an ornate pocket watch, the fruit of his ceaseless labor.
The device hung from a golden chain, and its case was decorated with swirling patterns of gold and copper and bronze, each design passing seamlessly into the next. The face of the watch was no less grand, with hands of finely shaped silver displayed against a backdrop of mahogany, with roman numerals etched into the wood, then inlayed with pearl, all held behind a near-invisible pane of glass. Within the ring of wood, the watch’s mechanisms were visible behind a second pane of glass, a masterful creation of interlocking gears. And at the center of it all was a flawless diamond, carefully held so that it was easily visible, and yet would not disrupt the delicate mechanisms.
Altogether, it was a masterwork worthy of royalty, or perhaps even worthy of the divine.
“What is it?” asked his sister, confused as to how this device, beautiful as it was, could fix anything.
Her brother did not answer at first, instead walking out of the room and up the stairs. As his sister followed, he began to speak. “I never told you the whole story of what happened on that fateful day, thirteen years ago.”
“What do you mean?” asked his sister, confused. “You told me that you were at the university when that dreadful spell was cast. That you had to flee afterword, in fear of being blamed.”
“And that’s where I lied.” replied her brother. “I fled, because I was to blame.”
His sister gasped, but otherwise remained silent as he began to tell the tale.
“I was a member of a small group at the university. A group that believed that the arcane was only the surface of what was possible. We pooled our resources and influence to acquire ancient tomes and other, darker artifacts of elder times.”
He bowed his head as he continued, speak softly. “In our hubris, we thought that we had discovered a source of power that we could learn, that we could master. We had no idea what we were about to unleash.”
“We found a ritual in one of the tomes, an occult rite which we believed would grant us knowledge beyond our wildest dreams. We gathered at dusk on the fateful day, and performed the ritual, and in doing so, unleashed calamity.”
“So that’s why you came back home.” She whispered. “You came to hide.”
“No.” he replied as he walked into the front room. “I came to find a way to fix my mistake.”
He pulled the watch out of his pocket, opening it and looking at its face. “For 3 years, I searched for any means to reverse what we had done, but my search was in vain. I had given up, even planned to turn myself over to those who were hunting me. Then, I found something. An old idea, never truly explored.”
He looked up at his sister, with a small grin. “Chronomancy.”
Closing the watch, the man sat down. “10 years. I’ve spent the past 10 years researching chronomancy, learning how to manipulate time itself. This watch is the culmination of my efforts, a way to turn back the clock.”
Sighing, he continued. “Unfortunately, there’s a price. I can slow time, even stop it for a short while, but every time I do, that time has to come from somewhere. In this case, every time I use these powers, I lose a little bit of my lifespan in the process.” He looked up with a wry smile. “Even with this power, I’m running out of time.”
The woman lunged forward, grasping his arm. “Why are you doing this? What do you hope to accomplish?”
The man gently removed her hand, holding it in his own. “Like I said, I can go back. I can stop this from ever happening.” Letting her hand go, he moved to the coat rack. “I know it’s a long shot, but I have to do this. If I can find a way to refine my abilities, find a way to return to the past, it will all have been worth it."
“But the people! They’ll hunt you!” cried the woman. “They’ll hunt you, and when they catch you, it will all have been in vain!” She descended into sobs as she finished.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” replied her brother, a somber smile on his face. “They’ll hunt me, there’s no denying that.” Donning his coat as he opened the door, he turned to face her one last time. “But time will catch me first.”
This right here is a masterpiece
The last line made the reading worth it, nicely done
@@keokawasaki7833 Thank you, the ending line was actually the inspiration for this story.
how does this comment have only 17 likes, it's like a mini book? I love this? write book p l e a s e
@@mariaskorski thank you, but unfortunately I’m nowhere near skilled enough to turn this into a proper book. I’ve tried to do so before, but I’m afraid that short stories and concepts are the extent of my capabilities.
If you, or anyone else, would like to try your hand at making this a story, feel free!
that little warning at 1:59 about volume warning is easily the most adorable warning I've ever read, great music!
Time- a thing so precious, yet so cruel. All of us are bound to the forever-ticking hands of the clock that is life. Our hearts reflect the ominous ticking of the seconds as they go by, taking us closer and closer to our inevitable demise. The rhythm of our stride, clicking, clacking, tocking on- marks the intervals of life as they pass away, never to be seen again. The clock is always within you. You may be lucky enough to evade the slowing ticks of time once or twice... but you cannot run from your eventual end. Time has something in store for all of us, a specific moment set out for our hearts and feet to stop ticking, never to be rewound by the hands of man. For time bargains with no soul- From time, there is no escape.
Time is one of the most cruel things in this world, but without time, theres no existence
Time is a manmade construct.
@rubygauntlet
To say mankind created time is to put supernatural power in our hands, something we very clearly do not have.
Only one who existed before time can create time
_"Here is a thing about time. If you can't make the most out of any given moment, then you don't deserve a single extra second."_
League of Legends quote, nice
Here it is, another masterpiece.
"Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all."
-Dickens
“Your weakness surprises me, time will catch me first before I fall to the likes of you mortal.”
wow guys, I can't believe we've reached 100K+ on this song so fast ! Thank you so much for the feedbacks and welcome to the new subscribers ! :D
Thanks for giving me what my heart needed. Music is an amazing thing
Your work deserves it
and now you can add 2 million to that. I've lost count of the number of times I've listened to this while doing my writing. You're absolutely brilliant.
What do you say now?
It hurts to see 2,5 MLN views and only 100.000 subs😥😥😥
Just subbed btw😎😎
All I imagine is a camera spinning around a character in a steampunk lab with notes scattered about, camera zooming at a few notes with some big revaluation.
I'm getting either
Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty feels.
Or
Jack the ripper feels.
So close and yet just out of reach.
Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower feels.
I get Jack the Ripper from Fate, but instead of a psycho Loli, she's a salasiously stylish adult waiting at the top of Big Ben as the final boss dark souls style.
@@Dunge0n Wondrous comment ;)
Doctor Who (especially Heaven Sent) feels.
Or, closer to the original comment: the Doctor vs. the Master or the Time Lords.
hannibal while he is cooking
None shall outrun me. None shall outlive me. None shall outsmart me. I gave all a beginning and I will wait at the end. I am Time, and none will escape me when their time is due.
Run run as fast as you can!
You can't catch me!
I'm the girl who ran.
Come along with me, little mice
Just be aware,
I won't let you follow me twice.
Round and round,
it comes together
Doom and blessing
are as light as a feather.
Hope and joy are like rhymes.
You enjoy them a lot
Until you're out of time.
I must bid you goodbye
For my chance as run dry.
Do not fret, I have been caught
Beyond all that you have naught.
Seek me not and satisfied
With this delicate lullaby.
Toodles! *fades away*
I’ve been listening to you since I was a young child. I’m still young, yes, but it was such an amazing comfort to know that you are still creating.
And I'm not planning to stop anytime soon !
Peter Crowley's Fantasy Dream That is more reassuring then anything I’ve ever heard ❤️
I had my headphones at 75% during the really loud part, I’ll never hear anything again but it was totally worth it.
Real chads turn it up to 100% on a powerful speaker
"The days of old is over. Now the newest days have only begun. The time is ticking. Too late and it's game over for you"
The clock spins counting down the days
My life is spent and fades away
You can hunt me
you can hurt me
you can chase me
but in the end
Time will catch me first
Look to the skies, see the stars pass by
Your life wasted as you wither away
You can beg
you can cry
you can say it's not fair
but in the end
Time will catch you first
Hear the ticking of the clock
let the hands spin by
See me for my work
see me for my heart
see me for the effort
because in the end
Time will catch us first
Nice poem, Bro. Really nailed it.. 👍🏻
@@muhammadrizqi295 thank you
Ese reloj que acecha 👀
YO HOLY SHIT I FINISHED READING THIS AS SOON AS THE MUSIC DROPPED AND IT WAS EPIC AF
*Believe it or not, **_Time_** [Guffaw] couldn't spare [Wheeze] the time!*
*[Unhinged laughter]*
Just got into violin music and you drop that.
Destiny my guy destiny
Violin is best instrument, fight me!
Clockwork King not even gonna try
@@Kobolds_in_a_trenchcoat King of all instruments in the entire world
@@imabbas76351 I'm so happy to hear that, I play violin and I was self doubting but I saw your comment and I'm gonna practice 😂
@@k-sandre8350 Lol have always tried to be somebody else's motivation, glad it happened tho
GO Rock 🎻🔥
"Well then, let's dance."
A girl, seemingly only 10 years old gripped the intricately-designed, spear-sized minute hand in her hand. The Enchanted Minute Hand of Sun. A fight to the death, the man held a nearly identical weapon in his own hand, the Enchanted Minute Hand of Moon. Behind the man was the decapitated head and the body of the girl's best friend.
Cruel, the man may seem, but that little girl had it coming. Fallen, was what she went by. Nearly 1,000 deaths to her name, she was a ruthless killing-machine. Unstoppable, or so the world thought. The man was doubted like he was years ago. The Enchanted Minute Hand of Sun, was previously his. He gifted the weapon to the girl long ago, unaware of the monster she truly was. The man used the weapon long enough to know the ins and outs of it, and recreated it himself. The Enchanted Minute Hand of Moon. It was time. He would finally put a stop to this.
The friend of Fallen's didn't matter. At least, not anymore.
The two Minute Hands clashed. The girl knew offense and defense, but the man knew her better than anything else. This was his moment. He knew that she couldn't catch up to him. She would give in eventually.
The two jumped back.
Fallen was confident. She defeated legends before, this man would be nothing comparing to some she defeated. She could even see the fear in his gaze. There was no way that she couldn't prevail.
Flares of moonlight and flares of sunlight fired out from the roof of the tower they fought upon. As the battle went on, the man grew increasingly exhausted, but Fallen stayed strong. Flares of white light soon joined the dance of sun and moon, as Fallen decided to take this up a notch.
Surely, Fallen would be victorious.
The man could feel his fear consume him, like a dragon swallowing him whole. He couldn't hold his Minute Hand without shaky hands anymore. He was absolutely exhausted, barely even able to stand on his feet anymore. Fallen kept approaching.
The man closed his eyes, maybe he could let that fear be engulfed with rage. All he felt was more and more of it, biting him again and again. Just when he thought he could calm down, that fear struck once again.
What was this girl's weakness?
What could he exploit?
...
Nothing.
He could feel his heart beating outside of his chest.
He could feel Fallen's Minute Hand stab into his abdomen.
"Caught you," the girl's voice echoed.
The man opened his eyes, putting his hand on the weapon piercing through him.
Hope was lost.
He looked at her in the eyes as she tore the weapon out of him. The man fell to his knees.
"Time... Will catch me first," he said, placing his hand on the ground.
Despite the pain, he pressed on, rising to his knees. His fear would become his fuel.
This demon needed to be vanquished.
Fallen didn't get to blink, the man's Minute Hand tearing through her again and again until she could hardly stand anymore.
The man kicked her off of the tower, jumping down after her.
The light-purple string of his own Minute Hand wrapped around his wrist, the weapon stabbed into the roof of the tower. He stopped moments before hitting the ground. The string extended slightly, his feet gently touching the ground as the Minute Hand flew back into his grip.
Somehow, Fallen still had the will to continue, to fight. She wasn't yet dead, she tried to get up.
The Enchanted Minute Hand of Moon stabbed into her stomach as the man placed his hand onto her face.
"Rest, child," he mumbled.
And that was the last thing that devil of a child saw.
The man grabbed his own Minute Hand, sighing as he stood up straight. "S-She will awake again... B-But hopefully, she will h-have learned her lesson..."
He walked off, blood dripping off of the Enchanted Minute Hand of Moon and onto the ground.
He stopped, looking over his shoulder at Fallen.
"As I said, time will catch me first..."
He continued on.
That... was awesome! Thanks for posting! The music made it even better (obviously)!
@@TrueLadyEvilChan Thank you and no problem!
@@l1nkn0wn9 Oddly I do have a touch of empathy for the Fallen...
I wonder why...
And I know her friend wasn't important to the piece but I do wonder what *they're* all about. :p
@@TrueLadyEvilChan In fact, this piece of writing was actually my plans for three of my characters in an online roleplay, and well, things tend to get derailed so I decided to write this not only for fun, but so I have something to say where the story could have gone. The friend's name was Eiden, more commonly known as "Risen" (I have not given him a last name), Fallen is Michara Ashbridge (Formerly Michara Elf'for), but is more commonly known as, well, "Fallen", and the man was Tyl Greenwood.
Part of what I am trying to represent with the trio is how gray everything is. Was Risen in the right for befriending Fallen and trying to make her a better person, or was Tyl in the right to finally put an end to Fallen? I could give you the full story, but we would pretty much be here for hours as I explain everything that happened, everything that needs to happen, and also explaining the magic system and the story of this universe.
I am actually happy that you enjoyed this, there is no words to describe it, really.
@@l1nkn0wn9 No problem! I love fantasy, and love writing it and reading it. I especially love grey and gray morality (and tragedies).
Thank you very much for sharing, my friend! And if you celebrate it; Merry Christmas!
"And when I am caught by time, know that she shot first."
Hey stranger.... We'll probably never meet but : Take a deep breathe and let your anxiety dissolve, clean your mind. You deserve happiness. May you and your family spend a great time in this life...
Getting out of bed never felt so epic and today we re having rains which just amplifies the mood and I feel like a god
Perfect soundtrack for time travel
This song fits so well with an overarching antagonist I know from a novel.
Not only is his symbol a clock, but even his title is also "Angel of Time".
His rank in terms of the world's power system is Sequence 1: Worm of Time, which is one sequence below a True God.
The best part is that the novel takes place in an alternate history version of London.
can i know the title of the book
@@blackjubo4364 Lord of Mysteries
@@TheFoolAltAccount thank you
Perfect theme for someone who can manipulate time. Hell, if it was an boss theme, you could have the ticking in the bcakground be effected by the slow and speed ingame
You can feel the power of the music here as if it were the war that the hero fought as he traveled to ancient times
Yeah this song has permanent residency in my head
I love all of your songs. My favorite is Spirit of freedom
Me too :)
Same here! It was actually the first song I listened to from him, interestingly enough.
Mine is Two Souls 😃
@@mikeprado30 Ah, love that one. My fav is probably Borealis though.
treasure quest
"I have walked across the surface of the sun. I have witnessed events so tiny, so fast they could hardly be said to have occurred at all. But you, Adrian? You're just a man. The world's smartest man poses no more threat to me, than does it's smartest termite."
-Doctor Manhattan
I can't stop listening to this beautiful and epic piece of music and it's 2 am.....
Why did I only find this now, after Friday 13th 2020 when it's too late to do the things I wish I could have.
This would have been perfect. But alas, the clock stops for no one.
Momento Mori.
Unus Annus.
Tempus Fugit Infinitum
I can see this play in a losing battle where someone needs to rewind time or send the protagonists back in time to avoid the tragedy occurring presently but the spell to reverse time takes a while to cast so the others must hold off the encroaching danger and they begin to see fragments of past memories that will be erased from their actions to come in the past. And as we all know, messing with time usually comes at a price. Amazing song.
Makes me feel like designing a D&D campaign around stopping a dreaded chronomancer from ending the world. Tick, tock.
Everything will stop even time......maybe after an infinity of it
In an alternate Hunter's Dream...
Fighting Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower...
One-Eyed Stealth 😍
And spam visceral attack x)
I'm glad I finally found another hunter in this video
@@mamme8381 hunters will always be here ✊
i thought the same thing
I could see this being an evil chronomancers theme fighting for time he was not destined to have but too determined to ever give it up
"If they want me then time will have to catch me first. Time is the madness of past and future"
I must say this really gives me the old London kinda feel... 19th century/Victorian era like music. Very well done! :D
It reminded me of Marleybone from Wizard101. So you're not alone there!
I managed to think up almost every aspect of a brand new character of mine, from his abilities to his personality, as I listened to this song. It's full of powerful inspiration that can shatter even the toughest art blocks. I'm giving it 10 out of 10 blue whales! 🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋🐋
Dude, I was just looking for something to watch and randomly clicked on this, I am SO Thankful of my 'In the moment" moments. this is awesome and I'm checking out whatever else this has, DAMN!
I found this song and remembered I have a character in a dark fantasy project I've been working on with friends for a while themed around clocks and I just can't help but think of him when I listen to this. Looks like I know which playlist I'm saving this too know lol. I fecking love this!
How have i not discovered Peter Crowley up until this point. This is exactly what i've wanted in music for so goddamn long
As the time run my will shall be done
In the realm of epic music, composers weave tales of courage, triumph, and hope. To all those who contribute to this art form, we express our deepest gratitude
I love the ticking in the background. I'm getting time travel battle vibes.
I really like your songs, I just made a University homework about you. People who like RPG really like the songs.
What makes the violin so beautiful is that it is so crisp ( like a clock ticking)
this could be a great backdrop to some of the battles in LOTM. Has that steampunk feel to it. Hope the anime has music similar to this.
I'm getting the feeling of a time travel story done right. One where the time travel is consistent and not used to bail people out of trouble, but complicate it, where the grand structure of time is set in stone at the very beggining, and we see hints of the path we are to take, but never fully grasp it till we see it ourselves
J'adore .... c'est une musique qui me touche .... pas forcément d'entrée mais l'émotion monte en puissance au fil des notes.... MERCI BEAUCOUP
I'm running a steampunk science-fantasy GURPS campaign, and one of my players suggested this song be played during a boss fight against a mecha-angel (long story it involves time travel).
And let me tell you this song fit perfectly, especially when the choir kicks in, holy shit is it fantastic.
"Volume warning, if you're easily scared"
TURN IT UP.
TURN.
IT.
ALL.
THE.
WAY.
UP.
LET YOUR WORLD CRASH AND CHURN.
I love this comment
I have anxiety...
*_Lets do this C:
- turns the volume all the way up -
OH MY GAHHHHHH (╯°□°）╯
Its so Amazing and DARK!!!!
Every moment is exciting..a perfect blend of all the instruments..their individuality is made clear...amazing
Cop: "If it's the last thing I do, I will catch you!"
Criminal Mastermind: "My apologies, but time shall catch me first!"
Samurex Atlas perfect!
@@coolsceegaming6178 Thank you.
This feels like an Umbrella Academy piece that Vanya would play
And also the music when she destroys everything 🤣
"Time caught up to me only once before, I have not made that mistake again." - Doctor Judas
Sounds like the last preparations for an imminent battle between armies. A furious, dense hurry. The nervous checking and rechecking, the persistent tough that something important was overlooked. This music catched this too well for confort.
I used this for a dnd game. I needed a ost to represent the god of entropy talking to two of the players in a vision. After the sesion one of the players was completely terrified thanks to this music. (To my merit the description of an eternal landscape changing to the tune of the clock and blooming, whitering, eroding, flooding, drying,burning etc, also was a perfect combo)
“You can hunt me, ensnare me, or track me down, but in the end time will catch me first.”
ヴァイオリンのこう言う綺麗でカッコいい音ほんと好き
This is by far my favorite piece I've ever listened to. I've already listened to it dozens of times over & over.
I cannot get over how much I love this piece of music. Makes me feel like I'm in the middle of an adventure. Thank you
I love how it makes you feel the fast movement of time. Beautiful composition.
The dark vibe of this music entranced me. Though, I was surprised when I saw one dislike for such a beautiful music. Still, keep up the good work, maestro👍
Time will catch me first
"Tiid bo amatiiv"
Time flows ever onward
2:05 chills 🌟
that annotation for volume rise warning tho... so thoughtful :)
Writer's block? Just need to pull this up and it goes away! Brilliant, Crowley! Music like this deserves a certain amount of credit for my upcoming series.
Wow really interesting, what is your series about?
What’s a block
@@thefriendlierfriendliestfr786 Writer's block is a term used for the situation in which an author is stuck at a certain scene or event in their literature. Knowing what they want to write but somehow stuck when trying to put it into words. In my case, a book.
This is PEAK steampunk battle music! I can already imagine the characters of my steampunk storyline (it's an AU of a game) battling mechanical monsters to this!
Time never begins nor ends it is infinite.
I really LOVE and ADORE music themes with ticking sounds integrated on it, they're so special!
"Take your stances"
The instructor barked out his one and only order, this was to be a test of skill and magical powers.
A young pixie-haired woman stood in front of you, she couldn't have been any older than eighteen standing at a measley five feet two inches...yet her blood red eyes held more experience than even some of the instructors watching.
She spoke with a quiet hunger, you were nothing but prey to her and her Astral Beast that took it's place next to her, a black lion with the same deep wine red irises as it's master.
_[Sorry, but there's only one spot left in this academy. And you're the one thing standing in my way]_
Your body shook, this would be your first battle with a power you'd only discovered a week ago while this tamer seemed to be both competent and calculating- you couldn't possibly survive...or you thought so until that familiar surge of power arrived once again and and a smirk pulled at your lips.
_{I'll crush you and that pet of yours with this power, bring it on shortstack}_
Bluffs wouldn't do too much damage but hopefully her blazing anger would throw her off balance- especially now that her beast was charging at you full sprint.
Peter and Tim Janis's music istg is the best thing to exist. Whether you wanna relax or ride a dragon they are here to make you feel that way.
Dear Mr. Crowley,
Thank you for gifting us with this masterpiece so I can use it as a final battle theme for the bbeg of my campaign.
Sincerely,
An avid story-writer, musician, and baby Dungeon Master
What is BBEG
@@wanpro7328
Bbeg = Big Bad Evil Guy
[D&D talk for the big boss]
I played this in my DnD game as the bard , it's just inspiring in one's last moments.
I can feel this score utterly and instantly hit my heart
This is so good!! I'm getting anime battle vibes
Loved the way how one instrument after another started to play and add to the tune...👍👍👍
I CANNOT NOT leave a comment on this: THIS MASTERPIECE. Not only is this wonderfully done and wonderfully made, there is so much intensity in this, so many feelings. I could imagine my character counting the time until her only child gets separated from her. This quickly leads her into a nightmare!
Inside the clockwork lands of the Big Ben... lies a hauntingly beautiful melody.
I'm not afraid of deadlines anymore. Thank you Peter.
I know many don't care but I have to say this is probably one of my favorite pieces from Peter Crowley, just listening to those powerful strings and instruments. Really does pierce the soul like at 2:42-2:50. The choir really echoing and booming, really makes you feel like time is catching up to you. And really when it comes to orchestra's like Two Steps from Hell, Audiomachine, Peter Crowley, Thomas Bergersen etc, they're all great in my book, and anything to do with Time, or the ticking sound from a clock..is just the best hehe.
I adore this whole piece so damn much! My favourite part was when the choir came in, but everything is just so good.
Looking forward to the next one.
wow from the volume warning till the end is just amazing.
You have a heart of gold, and your kindness knows no bounds. May you receive all the love you give on your birthday.
This has so much personality :0!
AFTER LIKE 2 MONTHS OF SEARCHING, I HAVE FOUND THIS SONG AGAIN!
This is by far the best song you've created, Peter. It's complexity, repetition, variety, spirit, and powerful nature is incredible. VERY well done! This is such a masterpiece, and I can only imagine how proud you must be of it.
I love this composer so much! It doesn’t matter how bad my Art block is, I just need to turn on his music and ideas start to flow again.
this....this what have i been looking for.. dark, epic , intentense.. the most important, time themed.. perfect art!
After 'Spirit of Freedom' I always am on the waiting time between your uploads. Your work is simply amazing and incredibly inspiring.
Thank you for sharing and I hope you never stop doing what you love with such passion!
This is absolute genius. Can't stop listening to this masterpiece. Such an inspiration for roleplaying and writing ! Thank you and PLEASE give us more epic dark violin !
Peter Crowley + Two Steps From Hell = Perfection ❤️
Beautiful, thrilling and grand. This song is just perfect