The Spirit Journey

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The Spirit Journey

 

 

 

The sand whistles around that night as Beranabus stands near the fire pit in the city of the Orcish camp and sighs lightly as Buub walks over towards him, he raises his speaking in a weak tone “Ug.. Buub.”

 

Buubztik raises a brow as Beranabus approaches, and speaks in a gruff voice

“Buranbuz, ug. Wub lat wunt?”

 

Beranabus shifts around a bit in the sand and nods to Buub “Mi need a favur.. Iz impurtahnt.”

 

Buubztik’s frown only deepens as he replies “Wub am id?”

 

Beranabus exhales through his nose as if sighing before speaking“Eh.. Mi hab nub been feelung. Hozh.. Malog blah’d tu mi abut a. Jurney. Lat grohk abut dat?”

 

Buubztik nods perceptively, and speaks with a somewhat more interested tone “Mi fink hi ment Zpirid Jurni. Zum urukz guu un dem tuh ged zpiritul fufilmunt. Bud ef lat wunt tuh guu un azh, mi wurn lat; id am kwyt daynjruz fur nub-zhamunz. Lat kud ged ztuk der fur lung tik. Am lat zhur lat wunt tu guu?”

 

Beranabus Blinks a few times before nodding “Yub.. Mi need diz..” He sighs lightly speaking in a more simpler tone than his normal boisterous one “Rulg.. Buub.. Wen du wi ztart?”

 

Buubztik turns and begins to walk, as he says “Nah. Fulloh mi.”

 

Beranabus nods, and the pair walk to the camp’s smoke tent, where Buubztik picks up two pipes and some cactus green.

“Diz wull hulp uz myndz tuh bi frih.”

Buubztik stuffs each pipe, and lights them, handing one to Beranabus. They both take several long drags from the pipes, and then Buubztik repositions himself, now sitting cross-legged in the middle of the tent. He motions for Beranabus to do the same, who complies without a word.

 

“Fulloh mi leed” Buubztik grunts out, as he starts a slow, low-pitched chant, Beranabus attempting to follow. After several minutes of chanting, both the Orc and the Elf are eventually in unison. A green light appears in Buubztik’s eyes, which then steadily separates itself from Buubztik. The light slowly moves towards Beranabus in serpentine fashion, and for a moment, hovers in front of his face. Then, it spontaneously darts towards the Elf, splitting and surging into his eyes. Slowly, Beranabus feels his conscience slip away, and he feels his eyes shut and a bright light of a green hue shines brightly from around his vision before slipping into the next realm.

 

 

With that the green light fades from his eyes, his vision dark and a bothersome, thick humidity in the air. He seems to be laying down on a cool yet very hard platform of sorts, and hears the rushing of water, as well as the croaking of frogs that are drowned out with loud chirps of birds. Slowly he would open his eyes, his vision blurred and all he sees are lines of blue mixed with green all around him until after a few moments he regains his bearings somewhat his head though still a bit shaken strangely. He would carefully lean up on his elbow, looking down and not to his surprise he is sitting atop an old, yet moist rock formation that is carefully stacked atop the ground beside a clear stream of water inside an opening of waterfalls other rock formations and various trees spread out far that are thick with moss and vines.

It took what seemed to be hours simply staring at the beautiful area he is in appearing to be something only seen in pictures or fantasy books. Finally he stood up his clothing damp and uncomfortable he finally questions himself “Where.. Am I..?” The question rings around his ears as he peers up attempting to look for clues.. Anything, but eventually he would realize there would be no answer. With the Shaman nowhere in sight he was lost, cold and confused but ominously for the time he spent here, he wasn't hungry or felt thirst. Perhaps it was just the excitement of the events he thought and shrugged it off. A few moments later he finally caught sight of something.. Strange.. It was a croaking frog standing atop a small greyed rock beside the river just a few meters down the stream. Though it was off somehow, he wasn't sure how but it was.

After a few minutes of staring at the statue like green slimy frog he would carefully make his way down the formation, making sure not to slip on the slippery rock he finds his way to the loosely packed ground. Taking a couple steps forward the frog stops croaking instantly and turns its head over to face Beranabus all was normal about this frog, its legs not too long, its body not too big but.. It had 4 eyes two black as midnight, the other two set just above the black ones though were pure white clear like mirrors. It stared at him for quite sometime before exclaimed in a croaked speech

“What does this being want?” The surprise causes Beranabus to almost lose balance as he stumbles back on the wet earth.

“Wha’ what!?” The four eyed frog blinks rapidly with all four eyes in complete unison whilst it tilts its head in confusion. It would simply leap forward upon the now downed and unforgettable Beranabus landing atop the elfs stomach with another croak. Not acting rationally Beranabus simply blinks at the strange frog not letting a sound pass his mouth beside his heavy breathing. The frog in with a sigh would croak out once more.

“Is the being going to speak? We do not many beings here. Why did this one come?” With a gulp Beranabus eyes carefully at the frog, but doesn’t question its strange eyes he finally remembers why he came and where he is exactly.

“I ehm.. I came to see someone… Spi-” The frog would croak out cutting off Beranabus knowing all too well what the elf is going to say.

“Ah, this being does know where they are. That is good.. Yet many are not fond of beings. Let alone elvish.. Beings.. Dangerous it is yes..” Beranabus quickly replies

“Dangerous how? I have come.. To s-” Suddenly interrupting him, a bellowing roar of sorts ripples throughout the jungle causing the ground to grumble furiously. The sound of shaking trees and rocks falling, and tearing apart stops as if won command as the foreign roar unlike anything Beranabus has heard prior ends. The sounds of chirping and croaking is unheard aswell, the only sound now is that of water falling from the waterfall a distance off and the water rushing lazily down the stream. Beranabus himself is silent as he stares at the frog spirit in front of him now lets out a croak to break the silence and speaks in a lower tone

“Appears the being has shaken things here.. Troublesome indeed. Follow frog, being.” With that the frog jumps off of his stomach, and without hesitation beings to leap away into the forest leaving Beranabus astounded in his place before he comes to his senses seeing the frog is the only .. Somewhat living thing in sight he scrambles upwards and hurriedly makes his way to the brush where the frog had gone.

Following but the sound of croaking and the pattering of the frogs leaps loosely with his trained ears, Beranabus would walk for hours. This.. Enchanted Jungle housed a numerous amount of different plants with all shapes, sizes and colors. Purple mushrooms the size of houses with hanging vines and moss atop it, orange flowers with wide green leaves reaching out like arms, that have strange strains of fibers that illuminate in light purples, and so forth. After the long time of wandering the brush his feet would stop immediately, as if without his control. For the first time in years he did not have control of things. He was a man who loved to play the roles and move the pieces and pawns about to see reactions.. But it was as if now he was the pawn in a greater game. And himself controlled by and otherworldly force. He searched around the small opening. Decently sized enough to fit a common sized home outhouse. Seconds passed, the minutes until he finally noticed something very peculiar about this place. It was a gut feeling animals get when  they just know.. They are in danger.. Frantically he dashes forward trying to run across the small opening finally coming to a conclusion he lost the frog, but it was too late. A bellowing roar rushes through the treeline as a great wind whips up and like lightning an unseen creature pounces at Beranabus, unable to see what the creature looks like he is pushed back a few meters from the strength of the growling creature, rolling on the green patchy grass before finally settling with a grown he gazes up with fright at the tall brooding dark figure. It was a grand tiger like spirit wearing a purple aura in its Ethereal like non solid looking form that just trickled off of itself ever so often similar to that of a flame. Its eyes were sinister in appearance glowing a yellow in color with void like black pupils that glared with malice at the elf. Though the most terrifying were its red lips set ajar constantly due to its large jaw, and two bottom canine teeth that stick out two feet from its large head. Growling ferociously at Beranabus it leaps once more towards him though with a large sum of adrenaline and the last bits of power he has lefts he rolls left but the spirit is too fast, it lands where he was and just jumps once more while Beranabus is rolling and slashes its long dark purple talons at Beranabus slashing mid chest and connects, Beranabus letting out a roar of pain as his back connects with the ground and his shirt and the first few layers of skin are ripped by the hot claws. Blood would quickly begin to soak his chest feeling like it is on fire, but the spirit has no hesitation as he leaps up once more and lands directly atop Beranabus’ chest, he grunts as the wind is knocked out of him and almost faints from the sudden pressure set upon him. The creature giving out a screech slashes forth at Beranabus’ head trying to land a finishing blow. With all hope loss Beranabus closes his eyes hoping it will be quick, but much to his surprise he feels ground beneath him shudder and the great weight of the creature lift from his chest, he takes a deep breath inwards and followed by the whimper of the creature only catching its tail as it dashes deeper into the brush. With he huff as he places his hand over his sticky, now crimson chest he looks up to the grand creature. His savior. It was much like the other creature that saved him very large. About thrice the size of Beranabus it towered over him adorned in a thicket of bushes, wide leaves and different types of Berries on its thick body made of a light jungle wood. Palms hang from the top of the creatures back and rustle as it extends its wide hand towards Beranabus in the other it holds a large branch with a balled head used as a blunt weapon, of the likes of a club. Beranabus blinking rapidly as he grunts feeling his chest weakly extends his hand towards the wooden warrior and huffs out.

“Th.. Thank you.. Wha’ are.. Ye?” Without warning after the elf speaks the chests piece made of grass rumbles, various ethereal birds of deep blues, dark reds, and light greens. And there pops out the frog  from before staring with its black and white eyes before croaking out.

“Hello again. Being got lost and frog got you help. Your welcome.” The spirit would quickly reels its hand back and plops Beranabus atop its shoulders as it begins off continuing in the direction Beranabus was going before he was attacked, then cuts in with a deep voice.

 

“Do not worry about the Rag’Dosh. Child. We came to save you, and will take

you to the sanctuary to get rested so you can go to who you are looking for.” Beranabus weakly holds on to one of the palms attached to the back of the spirit for balance as it takes large steps forward thumping against the ground with heavy feet as it presses onward.

 

Hours pass since then and the animals once again have begun to sing, chirp, and the croaking of the Rag’Dosh continues sporadically as the sun in the sky begins drop down across the sky and dip towards the unseen horizon causing the sky to become a Golden-Orange coloring above the highly dense and tall trees of the jungle. Beranabus, beginning to lose energy as he sit atop the giant wooden spirit, though noticeably the brush is  getting less dense every few meters until he once again hears the loud crashing of water from a waterfall. Though it was louder. Not like the smaller one near the river. This one was booming loud. And big. Though now the once flat land as it got less dense and less dense it also became more of an uphill hike.

 

The burst of the golden sun that made him cover his eyes it was so bright as they made their way into an opening. This opening was no ordinary opening though. It was odd. A large platform made of light browned and green earth hoisted up from the ground facing a semicircle of a large rock wall made of similar stone, with a plethora of barreling waterfalls that crash against the rocky waters beneath the cliffs accompanied by  large outstretched vines, like a water delta connecting to a river. And beyond this wall were a numerous amount of thick mountains, some floating and island like, moving with waters pouring down endlessly from the floating Iand, others upside down and defying the known laws of gravity all together with the water floating upwards from it, and trees pointing downwards.

Beranabus was surprised by the beauty of these structures, more birds chirp and flutter about from tree to tree, while some nestle in the large tree they were obviously walking to at the end of the hill. Green shrubbery would seem to grow there looking more natural that he would find in his own realm. As they got a bit looser, he would notice that there were two other beings similar to the large one he is on right now that are standing guard right outside a dark arching entrance to the large tree. Both hold different weapons though, the one on the left of the arch holding a long carved spear with a stone triangular head made of edged stone and tightly knotted with dead vines to connect it to the shaft. The second being though holding a staff of some sort, with a family of ethereal bird spirits nested on the inside of the cage like head. Though the cut wood just wide enough for the birds to escape. As they come up to the two hulking beings the one Beranabus is sitting on being as it bows its head to them muttering in an unknown tongue.

“Raen hen darug hahll.” The two nod back to the tree being as it begins continues inside the tree. A sudden rush of air would pour to their faces that smells faintly of herbs and tea and when they look around they would notice themselves standing in a large circular room, having few patches of greenery and moss growing at the sides. Two winding stairs of carved wood at opposite sides of the open room, one closer to them towards their left as they walk in appears to be polished finely and very appealing to the eyes, whilst the other standing a few meters away at the end of the tree looks old and dilapidated, worn by the years of  no use and simply sitting in the corner like a box of old toys not to be used again besides to gather dust, and in this case covered in a various amount of plantlife. The large wooden guardian of sorts would place the injured Beranabus down as well as Rag’Dosh hopping off of the spirits chest and down to the wooden hollow floor of the tree. Without warning the frog begins leaping off towards the newer stairs and climbs it as it croaks out

“Being will find chest, not bleeding anymore, they should follow frog to gather sleep.” And so as the frog told and much to Beranabus’ surprise as he looks down to the wound it appeared as though it had been aged a few days no longer bleeding though in its place a yellowish pus begins to grow that stings as he follows the frog upstairs, slightly wobbly as he walks from fatigue

“I eh.. Thank ye, I suppose.. Spirit.” by then they would have walked about two dozen steps before coming up another floor, though this more homely and small with a large corridor following the circular pattern around the tree with few rooms carved from the wood, some large and wide, some small for an animal. Though one which the two stop at is creepily new… Unlike the other rooms this room does not show any signs of use. The floor was cleaned, the sheets atop the normal looking bed in the far right corner of the room folded nicely, and it smelt oddly like what his own room would just, give an odd feeling of comfortability for the first time. His feet drag as almost all of his energy suddenly drains from his body while he walks to the bed, not giving a sound beside a few grunts and yawns before his body falls limp and collides with the soft brown knitted blanket atop the bed… He did not dream that night..

The wondrous smell of cooked meat and eggs fills the air accompanied by the crackle of food atop a heated pan. This mixture something he hasn't smelt in many of days hits him with great exuberance, the bed he is on very comfortable making him feel at home. His blues eyes shoot open and he looks around the room with a confused pondering before he exhales through his nose as if to sigh. This truly tricked him for as slight moment he believed himself to be in his comfortable home inside of Alras but alas he was still here.. Here… Where was here? Why was he here? What even is here? All these questions rushed through his head as he lethargically got out of bed. Peering down to his clothing nothing was off. His black undershirt neatly tucked under his golden tanned belt, all covered by his finely made purple cloth coat. No cuts, scratches or misplacements. As he made his way out he sniffed the air a few times, his stomach growled though he was not hungry nor did he feel thirst. Though that smell of a morning homemade breakfast began to turn and he once again realized where he was at. A tree, inside a foreign realm. Making his way downstairs with heavy feet though feeling strangely more energized from the sleep he looks around… Nothing, no large wooden creatures, no spirits, no croaking of Rag’Dosh the frog like spirit.. All that was there was the outside of the tree and that unpromising walkway on the other side of circular room that gave him a dilapidated glare of malice. Beranabus thought to himself for a moment before once more catching glimpse of the stairway moving down the tree at the other end of the room.. “Hmm..” He pursed his lips and takes an uncanny step forward with a hint of curiosity and made his way over towards the  staircase.

To break the silence a croak rang out throughout the tree, sound settling upon the frog that leaps up towards the top of the stairs looking directly at the elf with its stoic eyes as it speaks “Is the being coming? He has waited for the being to come. For a long while.” Beranabus chokes out with surprise beginning to follow the frog down the wooden steps as they creak with age

“Wh.. Who is h-” The Frog croaks out once more in the middle of Beranabus’ words

“He is who he is not. And he is also, who the being is looking for.” With that the elf stays quiet making his way down these steps.. Almost like a maze going left, right, down, up a little down again. This went on for a few minutes the hallways they are walking in dimly lit with torches as the walls slowly turn from thick wood to a greened and aged shale stone and finally into a large room filled with various patterns, and carvings in the stone a loud dripping fills the room ever so often as water falls from the unseen pitchblack ceiling. The silence in the room caused a ringing in ones ears, until a gale of wind tears through the underground passageway causing the light of the torches to all go out in unison, turning the entire room pitch black, all that is seen is the glow resonating from the elfs’ blue eyes and a greenish glow that resonates from the frog in front of him. Whispers would carefully trickle about the ears of the two but not unsettling ones.. These ones strangely feel at home to the ears, Angelic before they go out leaving a thick voice that tears the room apart. A loud rumble can be felt followed by the loud humming of great energy as the streaks and engravings inside the room begin to fill rapidly a deep blue hue some going straight up, dashing left mixing together, forming circles, triangles and other symbols about the room filling the entire area to the brim with the display of light reaching up finally to the roof that dips and globs together forming what appears to be a large wolf of some sort. Though that was not it. As Beranabus’ gaze stops upon something else much more grand. A portal of the looks of it. Made of a thick and engraved greystone fixed with a few smaller pulsing lines of blue that glow a bit more dimly than the wider lines in the room. Finally, a last shudder can be felt as the gale blows from behind rushing into the portal in a swirl of dust particles, moss, and waters that expand outwards filling the portals frame in a thin clear liquid that touches each end of the portals frame. Filling the elf's’ eyes with pure awe unable to formulate a sentence, the only thing escaping his lips are loose words as he fails to piece together anything of note.

“Step inside, and you shall see him.. Beranabus.. He has been waiting..” The frog says breaking the awe and now not speaking it its strange pattern of speech. Though Beranabus takes a step forward, his eyes now lighting up as the liquids begin a glow a bit, as well as seeing a few phantoms as if creatures on the other side of the portal.

“I.. Uh, it.. Th..” He mutters

“Well go on now.. He doesn't enjoy waiting.” The frog says as Beranabus unable to hold himself takes a step forward and nods his eyes filled with determination and thankfulness as he gets closer and closer

“Thank you… Frog..” Subsequently taking a last step forward to enter the portal his entire body shimmering a mosaic of colors the last words of the frog hits him in whispers as he is transported

“Call me Rag’Dosh young one.”

 

 

…. The howling bite of a frigid wind whips about mixed with the scrunching of snow beneath feet as his eyes open upon a snowy mountaintop. The air licking his exposed skin, though he does not shiver.. The night sky above full of life as a mountainous light snakes around the sky, and behind that separate worlds glaring down to him with their illuminated bodies. A gale howls around as a silhouette forms in the just off distance a faint aura trickling off the tips of its rippling fur. Two eyes look down radiating a yellow shine that compose itself on the front part of the great beast, clearly showings its size much larger than a normal wolf.. The voice of this.. Being..leaving a lasting impression

“You have lost yourself old friend.. Though once more. I shall help guide you. To your true self.. Beranabus…”

 

To be Continued..

 

OOC-

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. This is just a post to explain my characters disappearance while I am away on vacation. Leaving for about 2 months. So see you all! Also, would like to thank Hellfiaz for helping me with the beginning of the post.

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik wakes up suddenly, a puzzled expression on his face. He looks down to Beranabus, who remains in his state of unconsciousness. He props him up, and place a fur rug over him, then leaves the tent.

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

((Good read, don't die on vacation now))

[JVQ 1719]

Thusk salutes

 

((Wow, dat talent tho))

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