Ixli's Gaze Turned To A Descendant

[susitsu 871]

((Translated from Blah and True Blah.))

 

"Do you want to know the greatest of secrets...? Only those who are chosen get to?"

 

"What about Rusk'Dom?"

 

The Muyakelg would nod, saying "Once you drink, you will know where he is."

 

And with that, no hesitation, Lucas Black would drink from the pool of blood.

 

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Before:

 

He had received a letter to meet before the Rex's palace from Rusk'Dom, having been discussing a way to gain power to fight The Undead before. Rusk seemed to have thought of something, but did not yet tell Lucas what it was. So, there he met with Sibala and another Orc-and not just any. He appeared to be a rather old Shaman. He studied Lucas and barked questions at him, and as per usual, he was stoic and unswerving, answering with ease.

 

"You tried to fight a Daemon?"

 

"Well, I certainly didn't win."

 

A laugh would sound from them both and as the Shaman moved to Sibala, he heard something strange...a call. One for help. He heard Rusk'Dom's voice. He immediately rushed off, telling the others, though he would not realize for a while that this call was simply a summons. One he had knowingly been waiting for.

 

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After:

 

Pain. Unimaginable pain. His whole body burned until he couldn't feel his body anymore. Just burning. And with that, his vision faded...then returned. An empty void, he would seem to be floating in, though he could feel a solid surface beneath him. Slowly, he would move to place his hand down upon his black surface when suddenly, upon contact, a massive, red eye would open before him, shadowy tendrils reaching up to grasp his arm.

 

His eyes opening wide, he would try and pull away-though oddly enough, he would be able. A laugh would resound around him, booming through this darkness.

 

"Lucas...Black. That's the name people believe is yours, but now you have given to me your True Name. Of course, lets end the formalities. You want what I have and you have something a bit unique that I want."

 

"This void sure looks like something Ikuras would play with..." Lucas would rather suddenly say. To that, another laughter would sound out as suddenly it faded away. Back again to the cave in which he had been left, but the eye remained apparent and open upon him. Slowly standing up, he would realize rather quickly that he was standing up from his own body. Blinking a bit, he would look down, muttering "That's new..." He would then raise his gaze to this eye and take in a breath.

 

"You have received a great many fitting sacrifices from me, Ixli. I am the first to have begun evoking your name in a long time and with such a fading presence and respect upon this realm, and the first thing you do is ask for my sanity that I regained after so long? What foolishness for one existing Immortality."

 

A distant rumble would sound out, the insults obviously having been considered, though what it truly sounded like was a groan.

 

"I will not waste my time with games then. It seems you have come here knowing exactly what you sought and exactly what I would give. I am at war here and out there, as are all the other spirits. Just as Veist, I have need of a champion and you are one who embodies everything that I am. Iblees provides the world with the perfect sacrifices and I seek all there blood to be reaped in my name."

 

He would nod once and say "I will be all that you covet in the world of my kind...as well, I have an interesting proposition for you..."

 

The eye would narrow just a bit, asking "Oh?"

 

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Later:

 

He would awaken slowly upon the docks of The Warnation, covered in blood and water. A voice spoke to him and told him of where to go, but his body suffered too much to clearly see nor hear. It would be a while, but eventually he would rise and proceed to the tent of The Rex where Rusk'Dom would be waiting for him.

 

It is then that it would be revealed he has received the true blessing of Ixli. The Immortal Spirit's chosen champion not only to fight The Undead, but to spread his name in this realm. Power was to be gained once more and all The Immortal Spirits were beginning to choose those most fitting to their name.

[Burkester 1247]

((Nice read :) mine will hopefully be coming up tonight!))

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