A Merry Krugzmas Writing Competition

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Edited December 23, 2015 by DanDan420
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The Night Before Krugmas

 

((The Narrator in this story will be Morgan Freeman everyone say hello!))

 

((The Voice Actor of Judas Agnarrson will be: Martin Freeman))

 

"I can't find it!" Judas' voice bellowed throughout his cottage as he ransacked his wardrobe. Judas clambered to his feet raising his finger and repeatedly tapped his chin "Where could I have left it?" He questioned himself narrowing his eyes to the clock which promptly struck to midday. Judas shifted his gaze to the mound of clothes he had launched from the closet. A hollow knock at his door startled him from his ponder, "Coming!" Judas bawled as he advanced towards the door.

 

He swung it open letting it oscillate for a few seconds before putting his foot in front as a stop. Judas adjusted his belt leered at the Dwarf whom stood in front of him. "What do you want?" The question rose to a clamour, the Dwarf cleared his throat before uttering a single word "Judi ah'd li-" before the Dwarf could say any more Judas interrupted him "Halt right there! My name is Judas not 'Judi'."

 

The Dwarf glanced down towards the sheet of paper he clutched in his hands "Se's e're yer nam' be'h Judi!"

"It says wrong..." Judas responded back.

 

"Welp, a'hm goin' t'uh need yer tu'h soign t'is" The Dwarf rummaged through his pocket eventually revealing a quill. "And what exactly is this for?" Judas replied curiously.

The Dwarf lowered his eyes to the sheet of paper and scanned through it before raising them back to Judas "Apparentle'h yer soigned t'uh a've sevente'h sheep delive'hd tu yer home." He said snickering slightly, but distinctively covered it with a cough.

 

"Is this some kind of jest?" he said extending his arm and snatching the paper from the Dwarves finger without any hesitation. "Nae jok' ere lad."

Judas perused the paper and found his name had been scrawled down in his own writing. "What. On. Vailor!" He said studying the paper.

"So we've alreade'h go' te'h sheep yer j'ost need t'uh soign." The Dwarf said.

 

Judas took the quill and signed his name on the bottom line, the Dwarf dipped his head to him and pivoted on his heel turning to walk away clutching his stomach and chortled as he traipsed down the path. Judas exhaled a sigh and turned to walk back inside "Merry Krugmas" He muttered to himself.

The next morning: (Krugmas Eve) Judas was awoken by a raucous noise, he peered from his window and noticed two Dwarves herding his seventy sheep into a pen.

 

Judas put his palm against the thin layer of grey tinted glass, suddenly a bird slammed into the window squawking it's final breath before sliding down and plummeting to the ground. Judas staggered back before scampering down the stairs in fear. He shoved open the front door, and trotted in the snow. He walked to the now mangled corpse of the crow, and knelt down turning it on it's back. The crow a letter between it's beak which had now stiffened due to the coldness of the snow.

 

Judas plucked it out grunting and tearing open the letter abruptly he unfolded the letter and scrutinized through. "What!" He yelled as he read said note.

The note had a coffee stain in the top left corner, it read:

 

Dear

 

Judas Agnarrson we were hoping to get in touch with you sooner, but due to the ice on the ocean ships have been unable to transport goods for days. You're hereby being evicted from your home due to unpaid taxes.

If you should have any issues with this please do not hesitate to contact a steward/myself.

 

-Sincerely Palace Of Salvus.

 

Now, before we shall proceed any further into this story Salvus offered Judas a home without mortgage. Judas' heart pounded against his chest, he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into a nearby bush. Judas climbed to his feeting and walked back to his home ignoring the obvious attention of his herd of sheep.

Judas slumped himself into an armchair burying his head into his hands "My...life...is....ruined!" He said slowly.

 

Unexpectedly a tall man with dark hair walked through the door, he stood in a broad posture staring down at Judas "Judas, we have been getting continuous complaints from customers about you. I'm afraid to say, you're fired!" Francois d'Aumont nodded awkwardly and sauntered out the door.

 

Judas sobbed, a tear falling from his eye. He retracted his arms and placed them by his side slouching on his chair. Up until an intense scintillating light beamed through his window a familiar voice resonated throughout the air "JUDAZ, LATZ HAZ BEENZ BAHD PINKI MI HAZ GAVE LATZ NUBHOSH LUCK FUR ULL UNTURNITY!" The light diminished and the voice of Krugmas faded into fin air.

 

"Humbug!" Judas cried as he arose from his chair "My mind is playing tricks on me!"

The voice suddenly came back "NUW MI IZ NUWT!" then faded for good.

Judas grunted before coming to a solution.

 

"Perhaps...what if...Maybe if I..redo all my sins and wrongs for the whole year, percase Krugmas may give me a second chance to redeem myself. Judas rotated upon his heel and trudged through the snow back to his home. “Perhaps I should get packing” He said, as his eyes surveyed the room.

 

A frigid gale swept through the open door hugging against Judas’ skin. Judas quivered before slamming the door shut. He turned and before he could react, his chandelier smashed onto the wooden floor. The candles were still a light, and slowly began to smoulder filling the room with thick black smoke. Before it began to incinerate the wooden floor. Judas observed the flame, his eyes widened before he scrambled to his feet. “No, NO NO!” His voice echoed throughout the house, as he vigorously ripped off his gown as he began to flap it over the active flame.

The fire grew stronger, Judas muffled his nose with his arm and lumbered towards the door. He dived out into the snow, and cranked his head towards the burning home. “M-My home, everything I ow-owned was in that!” Judas stammered.

 

His house made a rumbling sound, the the house could no longer stand the intense heat of the fire. The cottage collapsed before disintegrating into small fragments.

A peculiar glided into Judas’ face and onto the ground. Judas knelt down to pick it up and found it was a playing card. The jester had been replaced with a Krugmas laughing in a ridiculous outfit.

 

Judas crumpled the card into his palm cursing beneath his breath, he raised his voice and yelled up to the skies “IS THIS WHAT I DESERVE?! MY BELONGINGS DESTROYED, SEVENTY SHEEP TO CARE FOR I HOPE YOU BURN IN THE NETHER KRUGMAS!”

 

The sound of crickets were replied back “Humbug” Judas moaned. Judas raised a finger “I need to make up for everything i’ve done wrong this christmas…But how?” Judas asked himself. He waited tapping a foot on the ground “But..how?” Judas asked again.

 

Suddenly a blinding light emerged from the sky splitting two clouds in half “MI EZ ZORRY, MI WUZ DOOINZ ZTUFF, HEER EZ LIZT UF NUBHOSH THEENGS LATZ HAZ DUN!” A scroll wrapped in a traditional Krugmas string dropped at Judas’ feet.

Judas scooched down, and picked up the list. He unrolled it grumbling at every single bad thing he’d done during the year.

 

Judaz Ugnarrzon: Un dah nubhosh lizt, nub prezentz fur latz!

 

The rest of the list was written in clear Human language.

 

1. Broke into a home in order to steal food.

2. Told a woman he loved her, yet he walked out after she stated she was ‘30’

3. Assisted a decapitation on a Princess in Sutica.

4. Poisoned his father which lead to his death.

5. Told Krugmas to burn in the Nether.

 

Judas squinted his eyes slightly, squeezing the list. “I best start off with Number one” he chuckled to himself lightly.

 

Judas traveled to Felsen, walking up to AMT where he use to work. He asked Francois for a sack full of fruit. Francois paused for a moment, before nodding and advancing towards the food storage. Francois held open a brown sack and filled it with a variety of fruit and veg. He tied the opening of the sack using hay as a string. He dumped it on the counter making a thump. “Sixty four minas please” Francois grinned. Judas rummaged through his pocket pulling out a small pouch and tossing it towards Francois.

 

He heaved the sack over his shoulder and proceeded to make his way out of Felsen. He ventured into the vast forest just outside the walls of Laureh’lin. He stumbled upon an old cottage seeming quite familiar he peered through the smashed window inhaling a musty smell. As he walked around to the door he turned the knob and out of curiosity he walked inside. It was dimly lit with low burning candles and reeked of a musky smell.  

 

Judas gaped open his mouth and called out “Hello? Is anyone here?” He said settling the bag down onto the carpet. At that moment a sudden creek startled Judas. He expeditiously turned his head towards the upcoming sound. An old man emerged from the hallway pursing his withered lips.

“W-who are you?” His voice was deep and raspy.

 

“I umm, I came here many years ago and broke into your home. I smashed that window” Judas gestured towards the shattered window “I stole a majority of your food, and I’d like to apologise for my unlawful actions and give you this food.”

 

The man kept his gaze on Judas “We-well bring it here then.”

Judas picked up the sack and passed it towards the man, the old fella took a peek inside and simpered towards Judas “Thankyou my boy.”

 

Judas dipped his head to the man and waved as he strolled out the house “Bye bye.”

 

“Okay” Judas beamed as he used his quill to cross number one out.

 

A little while later:

 

Judas found himself knocking at a women he told he’d loved. The guilt melted his heart as he heard the door creak open with a monstrous face staring back at him. She opened her mouth revealing her teeth very similar to gravel, her hair was grey in colour and very scraggy overall. Her lips were thin and she seemed to have a scrawny build.

 

“Is th-this Caroline?” He gulped trying to not to make eye contact with the beast. “JUDAS!” She said thrusting her hand forth and striking him on the cheek.

Judas staggered back rubbing his cheek “I’m sorry, I wasn’t ready for a commitment can you please forgive me?” Caroline pondered in deep thought for a moment. “I’ll do anything!” Judas pleaded, “Anything?” Caroline responded, she ogled at Judas giving him a ‘cheeky smile’.

 

“Give me a foot massage…” Caroline motioned for him to come in, she slumped herself upon her wooden chair and levitated her foot.

 

Judas pursued her, pulling a disgusted face as he hesitantly knelt down to pull her crusty sock off. Her feet appeared to have boils located all over. Judas tightened his eyes shut and rubbed her feet in a circular motion. He felt his fingers make soft squelching sounds on a boil. She let out a relieved sigh “Okay now leave.” Judas retracted his hands rapidly and ran for his dear life out of Caroline’s household.   

 

A luminous light parted two clouds and the voice of Krugmas could be heard “HUR HUR HUR, JUDAZ DAHT WUZ SAAHKAH DEEZGUZTIN MENNY DABU TU LATZ! MI HAZ DEZIDED TU REVERZE NUBHOSH LUCK AGH MAYKE ET HOSH LUCK!”

 

And so Judas from then on was a good man. He continued to celebrate Krugmas every year continuing to be a good boy up until the day he died.

MERRY KRUGMAS

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Only two more days!

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T’was the afterglow which lit Krugmas.

 

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A loud, continuous cluttering would roar through the deepest corners of the small abode within Fi’Ceru as Eloh’ra would become awake once again; a deep warmth continuing to surround her figure and imitate her every maneuver. Through a small breach within the stone barrier that enclosed her, a cloudless sky would be revealed, maintaining its calm state, allowing the sun to anew set; Its blaze now cooling imperceptibly. As the daylight would begin to sink into the busy horizon, an array of vibrant colours would commence to paint the sky; each stroke of a brush allowing a pale light to become more apparent.

 

Red roses would grow wildly in thick batches by the small window that stood on the foremost wall of the room Eloh’ra would pace in, its view almost completely obscured. Blazing rays would cast a ghoulish glow on the outside as vines would form a twisted maze around the outer area, most breaking through the walls of the room, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The room’s walls would show black decay by neglect, cobwebs covering the corners of the doors as tiny darkened spiders would thread towards their prey.

 

Shadows cast by a bricked fireplace would dance along a plain wall, few ornaments hung upon it. Crickets would chirp their evening tunes as three figures would sit sluggishly discussing various events, most under inconversable words. An unusual sound would start as a cluttered hum of many noises would be heard far in the distance - As time would elapse, the hum would grow louder and the noises would become clearer. Loud footsteps would be heard nearing the door of the home Eloh’ra would stride through, meeting anew with the figures sat by the warm blaze that lit their garments and newly-added Krugmas ornaments around them.

 

Eloh’ra would gulp loudly as her hands would continue to wrestle with one another as she would unwillingly make her path towards the birch door, the other figures remaining still as their gaze would shift  to Eloh’ra, watching her movements towards the silver door knob, from which hung a small star. A presence would be felt through the thin door, their breath shallow as if whispering.

 

Eloh’ra would widen her eyes as she would swing the door open with a swift tug of the metal sphere; Large Uruk dressed in colourful attire would shuffle around the spot, assuming their position before their humongous mouths would widen, incomprehensible words being sung from within their parched lips. They would seem to be singing joyfully, their eyes glistening as the eldest would edge close to Eloh’ra’s much smaller figure, offering her a small box; it would be wrapped in sandy texture parchments while a blood red ribbon would tighten around its opening.

 

She would continue to watch the Uruk serenade her and all whom watched from inside the cosy abode until they appeared to have concluded. As the large Uruk would wrap up their Krugmas caroling, a waving hand would gesture the cloaked figures inside as Eloh’ra would stride towards the large decorated tree that reside  in the corner of the home; It would few rainbowed ornaments upon its various branches and few strands of clear spider silk would circle its diameter holding small glass tubes, each filled with small shards of glowstone which only slightly lit the surrounding area and all packages underneath.

 

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Eloh’ra would wiggle her hands beside her figure as a small candle sized flame would commence to dance above her palm, small beads of sweat appearing beneath her eyes as the blaze would form into a small sphere, its glow becoming brighter with each flicker and crackle of the flames. She would raise her arm swiftly, crashing the small fireball into the dying fire that stood behind iron bars within the large bricked fireplace; The fire would grow brighter anew, all whom sat around the abode chuckling as their discussions continued and all was peaceful.

 

Concluding the eventful evening, Eloh’ra would sit upon a large wooden chair. Its wooden legs would click, clack and snap into place as the chatter of many voices would continue to echo through the house, the young Mali’ame watching them intently as a large smile would form upon her face.

 

T’was a great Krugzmas after all!

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"Are the laurels ready? Take this brewing stand and bottles over to Miss Neci, and make sure she has everything she needs for her station." A flurry of instructions rattles from the tongue of the nervous mali'aheral to the calm girl before her, scurrying away with the items in tow. She looks around the empty tavern and sighs, placing a hand on the wall to steady herself as the clamor and din starts to grow ever louder around the gates. It looks like Kairn is shouting again, or fending off party crashers, or stabbing people in their guts. Maybe all of the above?  A small grin starts to creep upon her face as the dry thought enters her mind. It was times like this she really missed her giant wooden pillar of support. Where is he....?

 

"Siri, what do I say when the council comes in again?" A clear but nervous voice rings out near the doorway. The handsome young mali in his tuxedo interrupts her brief moment of peace, wiping the budding smile off her face. "Yes yes Toren, I'm coming...." 

 

The halls are certainly filled to the brim, she thought as she looks upon the magnificent hall in awe. There were at least 40 people in attendance surely, ranging from personal friends of the Prince, political allies of the Principality, notable clerics and druids, although how a strange dark being showed up to be immediately killed was suspect at best. Must have been a prank. Her eyes scan the crowd, searching desperately for the pony-tailed mali'ame. She turns her head away from the crowd after a fruitless search.

 

Toren started to call upon each Councillor to give a small speech and wave to the crowd, although she screwed up her part of the speech, and she oh-so-wanted to tell people more about the effort it took to plan and organize everything, but alas, as the Prince puts it so eloquently:

 

"I can see that everyone is eager to get on with the dance, so let me declare the Snowmaiden's Dance open!" 

 

A small cheer rose from the crowd, men and women dressed splendidly in their evening gowns, as the clamor grew louder with each passing second, and then the music played. 

 

 

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As twilight fell upon the crowd, the candles were lit; pairs of malis found one another in each other's eyes. Dimpling of cheeks, a shy touch, a rancorous laugh, emotions rose and fell like a tide as they took the marbled floor with a clatter of feets. Hands on the back of their partners, arms against one another as they waltzed in harmony, although Lorelei seems to have picked up a poor dancer, she muses idly from the podium as she watches Lorelei's valah partner trample upon her feet a few times. She releases a small sigh, as the night starts to further darken against the sky, giving off a warm glow within the Laurhe'lin Hall. But inside, all she could feel was the absence of this warmth. 

 

"What are you doing here alone, Miss Siri?" A voice calls out from behind, a bearded elf in Orenian finery. There were certainly a few valahs present, although it does look slightly jarring to see the formal wear of humans on malis. He was at least pleasing to the eye, but she couldn't help but compare them, she prefers a squarer jaw..... Bad. He's the first one to talk to you since the dance started. They exchanged pleasantries, chatted idly about their present and otherwise just tried to catch up on old times a little. As the clock strikes out on the wall, she clenches her fists, steeling herself for the inevitable. I dont care who I dance with anymore. "Kolohe, would you please have a dance with me...." 

 

They gave a perfunctory courtesy to each other, before locking their gazes with one another. Him; in his gold-cream uniform with polished buttons that denotes his rank and prestige as an Orenian lord, and her; blonde hair tied into a intricate braid, a shoulder-less silken blue dress with a patterned top that is as expected of a Laurir. Tentatively, they reached for one another; her hands on his arm and shoulder, his hands on her waist and hand. Together, they danced to the music, with elegant spins and quick footwork. She was surprised, she didn't expect to have a good time. They danced til the song ended, her gloom receding with her cheeks flushed pink. Turns out he practiced before coming to the ball, although a pang of loneliness strikes her once more. She wanted to have practiced with her boyfriend as well. 

 

The Snowmaiden's dance concluded with the Prince declaring it over, with an outrageous almost human riot occurring after having witness a mali win the best dressed competition. I dont know what they were expecting, its not like they would choose a mali if the situations were reversed. She defused the tense situation by passing a human wearing black lens a bottle of wine in hopes to calm the mob down. As it turns out, they liked the wine enough to leave without a fuss, declaring amongst themselves that he is to be their winner. Typical humans. She entered her tavern again, looking up at the mahogany ceiling. She would not be upset, the event went as well as anyone could have asked for, and everyone was buzzing with excitement. She would not miss the rough shoulders, his serious voice, his charming smile, his emerald eyes.... Stop it!  She shakes her head as the Prince talks to her, raising a brow at the sudden outburst. 

 

"Are you alright, Siri?"

 

"I'm fine." She lies automatically, but something unspoken stirs within herself, as she quietly murmurs in a half hope he could hear, but wishing desperately that he didn't.

 

"I wish Phaedrus was here." 

 

 

 

 

((This was how my character was stood up at a dance by her own boyfriend! I hope none of you have this misfortune to experience this, and happy new years!))

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Krug's Gift

The unchanging sands of the Uzg glistened beneath the scorching sun as the Orcs -even on the day of their ancestor- roamed the desert aimlessly. A stark reminder to the harsh reality of their homeland. 

Deep below this empty plain, where light finds little passage and heat strangles the lungs of those present, a winding tunnel complex lay. At the end of the main hallway, a lumbering, red-skinned and seemingly depressed Orc sat. Slouched in his cracked throne, he rubbed his fingers idly in thought. Beside him -standing with a small parchment- was an unusually small Goblin, gesturing down to his list.

“Kharak, wud iv wi maekh ah clahn ov specialh Goboz tuh infiltradhe ovah racez?” He said with obvious passion, glancing wide-eyed at his uninterested companion.

“Nub.” He remarked, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling slightly, a deep sigh releasing from his chest.

“Welh, wud iv wi raidh dah Kha?”

"Nub."

"Welh, howh aboud-"

“Nub.” He said, standing from his seat with a languid movement. The Goblin began to step back, rolling up his parchment and stuffing it into his pouch.

"Wud iz id, Kharak?"

"Burgur" He said, pausing as he looked down upon the Goblin. "Mi haz flatted manyh albai an stumpiez, ahn mi hav klomped ahn raidedh conziztendlyh alh yearh."

"Oh-ohkay?" The Goblin interjected, his eyes glistening once more with passion.

"Bud eiyh hav nud goddehn anyfin' fromh Krug." He said, grumbling to himself as he began to step down from the throne. Burgur offered no response, merely following suit.

"Wi hav flatted dah weakh ahn kepd ourh honourh, ahn wi iz nud rewardedh forh id?!" He yelled, the passing of time fueling the latent irritation within him. Burgur rushed ahead of him, holding out his hands to stop the Orc in his tracks.

"Bruddah! Dah dayh iz nud overh yed. Pehrapz lat wilh gedh latz rewardh beforhe dah endh."

"Perhaps." Kharak said, stopping before the Goblin and squinting into the distance.

 

The crumbling, Stygian entrance to the Raguk complex was suddenly bathed in shadow as a group of Uruk came waltzing along the path, each carrying large, lumped bags. They paused just before the pair, setting down the bags as they peered up to Kharak.

“Wud iz diz?” He said, a grin forming behind his tusks.

“Deze ahm latz prezends fromh Krug.” One of the Orcs said, stepping back from the pile with an awkward glare.

“Hozh, bruddahz. Latz mayh leavhe.” Kharak said, ushering for the group to leave as he clenched his fists in anticipation. “Bringh dem tuh dah frohne Burgur, wi willh opehn dem dere.’”

The Goblin groaned, attempting to grasp all of the bags at once and stumbling along the path as he slouched beneath the weight of them. Kharak observed from his aging throne as Burgur set the bags down, wiping some sweat from his forehead.

“Skah.” He said, slumping down beside one of the bags. “Mi wuz riyte.”

“Peep mi wut iz inzidhe.” Kharak said, resting his elbows upon his knees as he glared toward the ragged bags. Burgur held his arm out against one of them, pushing himself against it in order to stand; albeit struggling in the process. He wriggled his lips as he tried to untie one of the ropes.

“Juzabid… more… whyh doeze dey makhe deze fingz so ‘ard tuh opehn?” The Goblins face suddenly formed into an expression of distress as he pried open the bag. He clasped at his forehead, rubbing it slightly as he turned to face Kharak. “Uh…”

“Wud iz id?” He said, rising to his feet and rushing over to the bag. He dug his hands into the opening, tearing it apart to reveal the contents from within.

“COALH!?” He roared, rushing to open the other bags only to reveal the very same material. The lumbering Orc kicked at the bags, venting all of his frustration on them before finally settling back into the throne, closing his eyes in an almost child-like strop.

“Mazterh, mi hav had ah fought.” The Goblin said, taking one piece of coal and holding it out before him. “Wud iv allh alongh, wi haz beehn doin’ da hozh fing.” He continued, the Orc opening one of his eyes in mild curiosity.

“Coalh maekz wepunz, bruddah. Ahn wepunz flatz pinkiez!” Burgur said, a hideously toothy grin forming on his face as he began to dance on the spot. “Hurr-hurr!”

Kharak gasped lightly, clenching his grip upon the sides of his throne as an obvious hint of excitement was detected in his voice.

“Id allh makez zense. Quiglyh, Burgur, wi muzt begihn.” The Wargoth said, standing and heaving two of the bags over his shoulders. The Goblin followed suit, stumbling behind him as they both walked toward a glowing archway at the end of the hall, flames abound within.

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Sorry for the delay in posting the winners. I returned to school on Sunday to find several issues waiting for me that needed to be dealt with this week. I expect to be up and running again sometime this weekend, which is when I intend to sort out winners. I appreciate your patience, and am sorry about making you all wait. That being said, there are no bad submissions, so I thank you all for participating :)