Riip agh Asht

[Smaw 2376]

Za skût-izub, uv matum, zhal grush ufum-ir a-nartul Krug'gijak.

Gaakh uruk-hai azubulûk!

 

 

 

Kharak'Raguk broke out from the blazing sands of the Uzg, and into the outside world. As he brushed his hand along the sandstone archway, he peered out over the horizon. A warming smile morphed onto his otherwise angered expression as he surveyed the area. Vast plains of mycelium and petrified wood scattered the outside land for miles, adorned with rotting corpses and enormous patches of fungus. The various cesspools that dotted the region were wrought with disease, and the sparse life that roamed the plague lands festered with a similar condition.

 

The solitary Rex had been working for many months in the confines of Gâmum'Tok, mastering the art of his chosen profession. A sinister and looming fog had settled upon the islands surrounding the Uzg, and the corruption wrought upon these lands had found its way onto the mainland. The encroaching taint spread through the land with every passing day, an invasive, continuous force of consumption.

 

As Kharak'Raguk walked along the diseased land, he inspected the fungus that was growing, measuring each individual piece, and picking several from each congregation. He stuffed them into a small pouch hooked upon his waist, and continued along his journey. A deathly silence had fallen upon the land. The once proud trees now hunched over in defeat, devoid of flourishing leaves and bird life. As the Rex came to a hill, he clambered over the littered floor of bones and rot, reaching the peak of it. At the very top were several small pits, each containing a withered and broken corpse.

 

The Uruk proceeded to place several of the mushrooms he had gathered inside each grave. Almost immediately, the carnivorous fungi began to eat at the flesh within, consuming the corpses with an impressive amount of speed. Kharak took his place at the end of this seeming graveyard, stood atop a great shrine to the Immortal Spirit, Orgon. He hunched himself over, his tone becoming more rough and slow as he recited to himself:
 

"Muyakelg, farghat--ghaara da tok agh ak-ghaamul da slaiug."

 

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

" Zeemz da zpiritz ahm peepin bubhozhly wid lahtz progrezz"Vorgo would compliment as he inspects the mycelium, trying to look back on how the land might have appeared before, he would nod his head in approval

[Angmarzku 1251]

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