Time Erodes all Things

[Smaw 2376]

"It has become a beast of its own will."
 

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKoe3cr-wrc 

 

 

A harsh and chilling wind blew across the land to the West of the Uzg as dawn enveloped the sky, and trickles of rain began to settle upon the deep rot. The deathly silence that so often pervaded the languid landscape had at once turned into an environment of activity and noise, as pools of green water began to muck into the corrupted earth.

 

The life that once thrived upon this land had been broken. Patches of withered bone had been sewn into the land, corpses claimed by the disease it wrought forth upon the flora and fauna. The lands had been tainted. A vapid husk of its former glory, it stood stalwart against those that had attempted to quell its creeping power.

 

  

 

Even the wards, those that the instigator of the plague had erected, had all but fallen to the destructive nature of this pestilence. The passing of time would serve as a slow and unavoidable enemy to the defenses that had been set upon the borders of the taint. Each of the wards had cracked slowly, breaking into shattered remains within the drained earth.

 

The blanket of fungus continued to spread, choking the land of nutrients and bringing with it, a terrible sickness into the air. Even the mightiest of trees had fallen, lying in defeat upon the bog that infested the plains. And yet the worst of this corruption was to be found deep within the dead forests of the land, where hunched trees cried out in agony, and the malnourished land began to collapse in on itself.

 

Beyond a bed of fallen oak lay an unearthed monstrosity. A creation, birthed of the evil that now inhabited the earth? Or perhaps something more sinister, that had until now been dormant beneath the land? 

 

 

Only time would tell, and of course, time brings death to all things.

[Catarrh 720]

   Malog, having been a long-time follower of Orgon since long before Kharak had even been born, surveys the landscape with a chuckle. He shakes his head knowingly at the fallen wards. The nature of the fungus is no mystery to him. He's known of it for countless decades before Kharak or his plague even existed. He's studied it, fed it, and watched it grow upon every shrine erected to Orgon since the Fringe. He understands its consuming nature. He is, after all, one of its discoverers.

 

   "Kharak," he muses aloud, "lat am a hozh Rex, agh hav bub'hozh potenzhul az a wizch doktur, but lat hav muzch tu lurn abowt Orgon. Hi kannub bi kontayn'd, ur chayn'd like a pet. Tu evun trai ez an inzult. Hi ez a hungreh zpirut; da inheritur ob awl tingz. Dekay ez hiz, agh awl tingz en diz life, nub mattur hoaw zolid agh dependabul, eventualleh fawl prey tu rot agh entropeh. Life etselv agh awl kreazhun am but da beginnin' ob der uwn end. Tudey'z mayden ez tumurruw'z krone. Empirez rize unleh tu krumbul, agh mortulz am burth'd unleh tu withur agh rot. Wub wuz a palaze yeztrudey ez da habitazhun ob ratz tudey, agh bonez rezt wheer kubz hav play'd. Awl tingz, regardlezz ob der zplendor agh brighdnezz noaw, wull bi breedin-growndz ob dekay agh dizeez zum dey. Diz ez da irreverzabul patturn ob awl mortul realiteh. Da taynt'd landz am juzt an akzelurazhun agh amplifikazhun ob diz truuf.

 

   Evun mi, en awl mi yeerz ob zurviz tu da playgue-popo, nub releez'd zuzch a blight upun da wurld. Tu bi honuzt, mi nub gruk wethur tu bi proawd, jeluz, ur tu kawzhun da Rex ob dizturbin da balunze between da wurldz. Hoawebur, evun iv diz duz dizrupt da balunze ob da zpirit relm, mi muzt blah, et ez beyund fazinaytin. Et ez evun beutiful en etz uwn wey. Mi peep upun diz land --diz egzpanze ob funguz agh rot-- agh mi am fill'd wif zuzch a bub'hozh awarnezz ob whai mi zurv Orgon. Hi ez awl-konzumin'. Hi ez mighteh. Hi ez da inheritur ob awl tingz." He suddenly utters an Old Blah phrase, which even he hasn't spoken in years, in a phlegmy, harsh, guttural tone,  "Mubaramizhi, gith prazogat. Mubaramizhi, gith kul Orgonob." 

[Lizellan 25]

Yotul, a Kub still far too ignorant to fully understand the danger, had been warned  by her momo, Yetub'Lur. Even then, the Kub still didn't seem to show much care. "Ztrung Bruddahz kun baet teh playgue!" She chants to her momo, not a sliver of doubt showing in her beady eyes.

[Elad™ 560]

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