Skator Thrakul

[Burkester 1247]

((Written by Hellfiazz))

 

5 great cosmic entities, known to mortals as Spirits, had congregated on a matter that was of great urgency to them. To mortals, this matter was unable to be fully comprehended or understood.

The first, a great bloodied warrior, the thirst for blood radiating from him: Enrohk.
The second, an impressive large smith, the world his anvil, his determination could be felt and his stoicalness seen: Jevex.
The third, a vaguely humanoid figure of clear acid, his bitter yet pure spirit was imposing: Scorthuz.
The fourth, a winged and feathered serpent that brought with it a serene aura of vitality and life: Akezo.
The fifth and final, a small in stature trickster, a mischievous smile on his face: Veist.

The first, Enrohk, spoke with a guttural and furious voice:
"A threat has returned that must be destroyed."

"Its presence has been allowed to blight the land for too long," added Scorthuz with a sharp monotone voice.

"We cannot remove it like we would any other, it brings with it corruption," wagered the clear and precise Jevex.

"I have a solution, perhaps you might hear it?" said Veist, his tone seeming amused throughout. The others looked at him with stern perturbation for his indirectness.
"Our enemy uses mortal tools to direct his will on the world below."

"As do we, the mortal shamans have spread our word and used our power for many centuries now," pointed out Akezo.

"But we have not directed our energy to a sole mortal vessel as the enemy does, we wait for the mortal to approach us in their time of need. The enemy has a mortal avatar, we have mortal allies that are not loyal to one of us," explained Veist, the smirk not leaving his face.

"Stop dancing around with words and give the solution!" roared Enrohk, his patience short.

For the briefest of moments the smirk dropped in fear, but returned equally quickly. "We do the same. We pour our power into a mortal, not our own aspects that we dominate, but the power that we so covet that would not otherwise leave our realm."

"Preposterous, such power is not for mortals." hissed Scorthuz.

"Would you not rather remove the enemy than not have to endure losing a minuscule amount of power, but have him come corrupt us one by one?" asked Veist, his smugness showing he knew that they had to accept.

"I...suppose, I would indeed. And his threat is much more imminent with the return of the Hated One, the Great Deceiver," granted Akezo.

The rest gave their affirmative in begrudging silence.

"Then it is settled. We give our true power to one of the shamans would that they aid us in defeating Ikuras."

And with that, they each returned to their domains.

Rusk'Dom, Rex of the War Nation, shaman, sat meditating in his personal blarg. A great troubling had beset him for the last few weeks as the Spirit Realm was particularly more turbulent than usual. He needed to clear his mind and try to reach a conclusion. And so he had been for the last few hours.

Strangely, he felt a pull on his spirit. Something quite unlike what he had felt before. No sooner did he begin to question it than he saw the ground, and his own body, fall away from him. He eyes were forced shut by the force of his movement, and he felt himself slip into unconsciousness.

Rusk awoke, after what could have been an instant or a year. His eyes opened and his vision slowly returned, but what he saw made his heart lurch. Five mighty beings leered down at him, purpose set like stone in their eyes. He immediately began praising each of them individually, like a peasant pleading at the feet of an emperor.

"Enough with your sycophantic behaviour, we have far more important business," boomed Enrohk, his temper once again proving to be slim.

"Indeed. We will give you both a great power and an equally great task," stated Jevex.

"Your kind have not yet wielded our true power, until now it had been reserved for ours. Our enemy, Ikuras, has caused us to change this," divulged Scorthuz.

"You will be granted the ability to use our raw spiritual energy, the kind so hotly contested over in our realm. You will use it at our behest to be our mortal vessel, to be our tool to defeat Ikuras," said Akezo, no concern for Rusk's desires or opinion.

"Now go Rusk, descended of Dom, fight the enemy of Spirits and claim glory and honour for you and your people," commanded Veist.

A bright, sky blue light washed over the stunned and dazzled Rusk, and he took in a sharp breath as he awoke, back in the mortal realm.

A mortal realm which was now entirely dark and colourless, save for the blue glow which now composed his body. He got to his feet, blue energy crackling across his arms and gathering in the palms of the deeply confused shaman. He tried thrusting out his palm, and the energy fired in a beam, boring a large hole in the side of his blarg. He walked outside to a group of his brothers, who had gathered in concern of the light they had seen. They too appeared to be made of light, though each was a different colour, and Rusk collapsed as his mind began to crumble. Just before it was broken into oblivion, the message spoke loudly to him.

"Fight the enemy of the Spirits."

Composure returned to him, and he rose up with new-found purpose as the blue energy danced around his form. A Rex, a Shaman, all those titles pales in comparison to his new one. Ikuras was destined to doom, and no doubt with the help of the Skator Thrakul: the Hell-Bringer.

 

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