Pilgrimage

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Not dead, just gone.

 

Bael awoke and realized he was majorly sick of it: the autism was spreading fast, quickly corrupting the dwarves and their actions were getting more idiotic each moment. Bael called for his dimwitted (but not autistic) cousin Bryk. "Bryk, ah'm goin' away." Bryk looked at Bael and started crying real tears and smacked his head against the wall, breaking the bricks. "Wait, Bael go w'ere?" Bael looked at his younger cousin and frowned. "Ah'm goin' fer ah walk Bryk, autism beh contagious an' ah must get away before it gets meh tuu." Bryk started crying again as Bael gathered a few things and left the building.

 

 

Bael's first stop was the Trial Halls of Bryth, a small natural cavern he had once found and build altars to the Brathmordakin in, abandoned and the entrance partially filled up with snow, the walk up had not been easy, the path was slippery, old and years of neglect had lead it broken in parts. As Bael retreated to Grimdugan's altar in one of the tunnels branching off from the main cave a blizzard began, with no other source of warmth, Bael slept the night on Yemekar's altar, were small fires burnt perpetually.

 

Awakening in the morning, Bael exited the cave, the blizzard having subsided overnight. Beginning the next part of his journey - travel to the altar of Yemekar on top the mountain, from this side, were a sheer cliff dominated, a difficult trek, but well worth it.

 

 

Arriving at the altar, Bael shuddered a little, he hadn't noticed the cold until he stopped moving, but he discarded it and began to pray feverently, praying that the autism would leave the dwarves (unlikely as it was), after several hours of pious prayer, Bael noticed something, a small dark glimmer - an imperfection in the pure white blanket of the snow cap of the mountain. Crawling over to it, Bael uncovered a knife - made of a single piece of obsidian and wrapped with a leather cord for a handle. Dusting off the snow, Bael then lifted the knife into the air, to examine it in the sunlight. Bael's jaw dropped... not because of the knife, but because of the spectacle now in front of him.

 

An enormous staircase made of pristine white marble that ascended into the sky, further then the eye could see. A voice, a whsiper, as if coming from all around, but having no true source rang in Bael's ear. "I have not ignored your plight, my faithful servant. Come, the final battle awaits and we require dwarves who are loyal and strong for the fight ahead." Bael knew his duty and began to ascend the stairs, each of them disappearing as Bael's feet left them.

 

Soon he was high in the sky, to the point where even the great mountain of Azgoth was but a speck in the distance and the air became thin, yet there was no difficulty breathing. Everything was now black. The stairs ended in a grand city of high spires made of iron and stone, but Bael was drawn to another staircase, this one leading down into the grey stones that made the surface of this strange place.

 

At the bottom, Bael was amazed, gold, jewels and precious artifacts as far as the eye could see. "Take plece Bael and await the end."

 

[Evilbanana5757 154]

((You really really like the word 'austistic' don't you? :I))

[TEEbrown 348]

[Taking a break?]

[Mucky 443]

[the lack of olaf sickens me]

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.