Meeting Of Insanity And Knowledge

[Mephistophelian 977]

((Note: This all is spoken in Black Speech. Translated for ease.))

 

 

 

Once more, The Spirit Realm was stirring with something shifting, something new occuring. It had been a long time since Ixli and Ikuras had communicated, but by no means was this new. To beings as old as they, it may as well have been yesterday since they had spoken. To no surprise, of course, Ixli came to Ikuras with the offer of a deal; a soul for a soul.

 

In his approach to Ikuras, he would make the deal plain and simple: “I wish for Zogroka’s soul and have one willing to trade their own for him. The naive Orc believes that what was spoken of him was all lies, that he is innocent. He will take his place and Zogroka will rise again.”

 

Ikuras, in his writhing and eternal form, responds in turn. “ＷＨＯ ＩＳ ＴＨＩＳ ＦＯＯＬ ＹＯＵ ＷＩＳＨ ＴＯ ＴＲＡＤＥ ＦＯＲ ＺＯＧＲＯＫＡ?”

 

  “The childhood friend of him, like a little brother, he admires Zogroka above all other. He wishes to save the one he idolizes. Truly, an entertaining thought,”   the voice sounding out from the massive eye would say with a chuckle.

 

  “ＡＮＤ ＷＨＹ ＤＯ Ｉ ＷＡＮＴ ＴＨＩＳ ＳＯＵＬ, ＩＸＬＩ?”   The spirit of insanity questions, the rift it represents itself as throbbing a curious purple hue. The screams of the lost and mindless ring around the realm.

 

Ixli’s own tame form, one of endless shadow to ever hide all but his eye, would be usually ever silent in opposition to the screams that accompanied Ikuras, Ixli answering with what would feel like a smirk, “My Champion requires more allies and more tools to carry out my will. The Dark Shamans are to rise again. And soon, I shall use them to claim all of the Dom bloodline that was promised to me.”

 

  “ＩＦ ＴＨＥ ＤＡＲＫ ＳＨＡＭＡＮＳ ＡＲＥ ＴＯ ＲＩＳＥ ＯＮＣＥ ＭＯＲＥ, ＹＯＵ ＳＨＡＬＬ ＧＥＴ ＺＯＧＲＯＫＡ...ＵＮＤＥＲ Ａ ＳＩＮＧＬＥ ＯＴＨＥＲ ＣＯＮＤＩＴＩＯＮ, ＦＯＲ ＨＩＳ ＳＯＵＬ ＩＳ ＭＯＲＥ ＶＡＬＵＡＢＬＥ ＴＯ ＭＥ ＴＨＡＮ ＴＨＡＴ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ＯＮＥ ＹＯＵ ＯＦＦＥＲ.”   The form nears Ixli, hands clawing out of the rift in terror.

 

  “Speak it, Ikuras,”   the booming, but calm voice would command. He offered no sense of impatience, expecting of this.

 

“Ａ ＨＯＲＳＥＭＡＮ ＯＦ ＭＹ ＣＨＯＯＳＩＮＧ ＳＨＡＬＬ ＢＥ ＴＡＵＧＨＴ ＴＨＥ ＷＡＹＳ ＯＦ ＹＯＵＲ ＦＯＲＭ ＯＦ ＳＨＡＭＡＮＩＳＭ. ＷＡＲ. ＶＯＲＲＵＬ.” The condition is set, and the screams that had previously been wailing in the background dull slightly. The representation of fear and insanity itself awaits a response.

 

A light chuckle in answer. Ixli would simply say in a resounding voice, “The deal is made. All conditions accepted. The trade will be completed with no issue.”

 

The rift seals shut with a horrid scream, and the voice roaring “ＳＯ ＢＥ ＩＴ”

 

((Big thanks to Susitsu for the RP of Ixli and the idea of the deal. Be scared. We are out to getcha!))

[Galendar 631]

A knight kicks his old feet up onto a table within his tent, smirking.

 

"I can't say I'm afraid anymore... I'm just about ready to die."

[๖ۣۜ§osa (E.G.I.E.) 520]

(( I get to fight Zogrocka again cx ))

[Huh 91]

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