Shadow And Revelation

[Catarrh 720]

 A mysterious voice spoke into Malog's ear as he was standing around in Gronkkston talking to Bizbuuztik.
  "Gu tu dezurt," it whispered.
  Malog looked over at Bizbuzztik, "Mi tink mi wull gu tu da dezurt."
  "Tu meditayt?" he responded.
  "Mi guezz zu..."
  With that, Malog made his way to the gates of San'Orca and awaited a sign. He spent the night in an old guard tower, staring into the sands. The voice returned.
  "Lat muzt wayt at Zan'Orka until da path am zhuwn tu lat."
  "Mi wull wayt," replied Malog.
  As the sun rose and the stench of zombie flesh burning in the light filled his nostrils, Malog climbed down from the tower. He walked out near the San'Orca soul pillar where a great shadowy bull materialized before him. The bull roared with a voice sounding very much like Pok's. The bull darted off and Malog followed. They sprinted over dunes and through an abandoned fort until they arrived at the coast. There stood at the coast a pair of massive stone feet. Everything above the knee was gone, but the head rested half-burried near the feet.
  "Wub ez diz?" asked Malog.
  "Da Truth. Da Truth abowt Pok!"
  A nearby pedestal read, "Mi naym am Pok, Rex ob Rexez. Peep upun mi wurkz, lat myghteh, agh dezpayr!" A shimmering, black sword appears on the pedestal.
  "Diz wuz Pok'z zult," the Bull said, "Wyrm'z Blayd."
 Malog approached the blade and grabbed the sturdy hilt. Immediately a sharp, freezing pain surged into Malog's bones. Malog looked up as his eye rolled back into his head. His mind was flooded with a vision.
  Malog saw a woman, removing her hood to Pok in the mountains of the North, the Ugluk banner flapping above in the breeze. Pok's body was nearly totally engulfed in Ice. All Malog saw was Pok nodding, and the woman leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, before the ice melted away.
Malog then saw a masquerade ball, hundreds of faces in masks dancing about. Pok entered quietly. He saw a woman, bound in many fine silks, standing at the party, confronted by Teutons about her origins. He then saw Pok kill each one of them, running off with the beautiful woman, coming back to the very spot of the pedestal. They mated, and after this, the sword came, resting on this pedestal.
  The Bull whispered, "The Truth."
  Malog found himself at a loss for words, "Pok... wub?"
  "Lat Wargoth wuz befawlen tu da Zkurj," answered the Bull.
  "Am lat blahin mi Pok kumitud an akt ob whytewazh?"
  "Dat ez fur lat tu dezyde," said the Bull.
  "Whai did lat zhuw mi diz? Wub am mi zuppoz'd tu du wif diz infurmayzhun?"
  "Die!" answered the Bull as it transformed into a shadowy image of Pok.
  "Zu, lat brot mi hiir tu flat mi den..." said Malog, stepping back.
  The sword flew from Malog's grip and into the shadowy figure's hand. Malog grabbed his black, carbarum axe from his back and readied himself.
  "Et komz duwn tu diz..." said the strange being.
  The two clashed in magnificent combat, the Wyrm's Blade gleaming with a cold light as the spirit and Malog rushed in at each other. The fight was brutal but short as Malog managed to slip behind the being and swung his broad axe towards his opponents midsection. With that final, mighty blow, the spirit was nearly cleft in half horizontally. The shadowy image of Pok collapsed and finally disintegrated, leaving behind an epic bounty of loot including the Wyrm's Blade.
  Malog gathered up the spoils and locked the sword away for safe keeping. He's not sure if what he saw was true, or simply the lie of some dark being trying to discourage him. Whatever the truth, Malog returned from this harrowing a stronger orc, ready to lead the Ugluks with strength, wisdom, and above all, honor.
  ((Thanks, Pok, for the epic mini event and the nice loot.))

[_pok_ 1768]

((the question is was it true1!?!??!?!111))

[brotherpig123 38]

Well at least I now know the answer :D

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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