The Bright Inferno - Elementalism

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

 

A blazing day beats down upon Zlash'Lur's green skin in the mesa of the War Nation. Many Orcs shuffle around near him while he sits near the feast table preparing himself to start a ritual to contact the Spirits. Some stop by taking his actions into account but quickly lose their interest through his idle silence continuing on their days. Zlash'Lur pays no mind to the others while he sits atop the feasting table, lighting an incense of his own grown strain of Cactus Green, Zlash's Green Crack, into the fire in the middle of the table. As a dense high begins to form in his mind, his eyes begin to grow a slight bloodshot red as he inhales the rising smoke in through his nostrils and into his lungs.

 

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As Zlash allows the smoke to enter his body he begins coughing his lungs sounding a bit raspy. After a moment, he falls into silence as his body and muscles begin to relax. He draws in a large breath attempting to regain a consistent breath cycle after inhaling the large mass of smoke. His eyes flutter shut into a darkness of his mind while he attempts to feel for some sort of guidance through the warmth of the fire his physical body was experiencing.

He slowly drops his head lightly as he wanders the darkness of his mind. As he continues his search he begins to call out of the Spirit he had once met alongside his mentor Elphaba'Gorkil. After a few moments, he begins to feel a faint warmth but extremely difficult to coordinate where it might have been coming from. Though with the great difficulty he continues to seek the warmth through the darkness that blinds him.

Zlash follows the heat allowing his concentration to focus on the scent of the burning fire to assist his guidance to the Spirit. After much traveling a flicker of fire is shown in the distance while a brightness lights up the black void of his mind. As it grows closer, the near-blinding light of the flame fills Zlash's eyes and begins to cause him to sweat slightly as the heat burns hot against his skin. The Spirit speaks to him.

"You have requested me once again, Uruk. I'm surprised you can follow the faintest of trails that I have left for you. Tell me, why is it you seek so hard to speak with me again?"

Zlash'Lur grunts as he wipes the perspiration off his forehead, he concentrates on his vision of the flame that speaks to him and replies "I have come to seek a pact with you. As a young Uruk I have seen many great nations rise and fall into flames, as well as helping cause some of those destruction's. I wish to feel the true strength of the flame for it both creates and destroys. I wish to honor and dedicate myself to you, Spirit."

The Fire burns brighter and hotter than ever "You speak these words, but I am no servant. I do not know your intentions, for what reason should I entrust my GREAT power within you, Uruk, explain this to me."

"The truth is that I am a son of a once great and reknown shaman. Since my cubhood, I have remained loyal and faithful whilst giving much praise to the Spirits of the world. Vorgo of the Clan Yar is my father, the Orc who overthrew Orgon from his control of the taint in Vailor. I have seen the powers he understood as he continued to honor the Air Spirit he bonded with."

The Fire's voice rumbles slightly as it burns more intense "You are the son of someone who withdrew a Spirit's power. He withdrew the Spirit's control in the Spirit Realm defeating him into a Lesser Spirit state. I am hesitant while thinking that you might do the same with me."

 

"Do NOT insult my father." Zlash growls at the Spirit remaining as composed as possible. "He had to do what was best for the world. Orgon threw the Spirit Realm off of a necessary balance and was thwarted by a Mortal for it. My father honored the Elemental Spirit of Air that he made a pact with and did not abuse it, as you may think."

The Spirit laughs heartily as he brings out the passion and fierceness of the Orc "You have peaked my interest. You argue against a Spirit with confidence, not many are willing to do such. I know your father made many sacrifices for you king as well as mine." he pauses a moment "You are not yet attuned to stay long within this realm between us as I can sense your concentration slowly weakening. I accept this deal, but you must continue to bring me offerings in return for my name, Uruk."

"You have my thanks for this Spirit. I promise to fuel your element by burning anything you might desire from people, animals, to grains as I would imagine variety would interest you more than something similar each time. I also promise to always fuel your power as well as follow your guidance through my life."

The flicker dies down allowing a voidal cool to overcome Zlash's mental body, while his physical body remains heated "This is exceptional. If you honor your word and continue the rituals to provide me strength, I will grant you my name Uruk. Do NOT disappoint me."

Zlash'Lur feels the warmth and brightness slowly begin to fade into black as he starts losing his concentration and fatigue overcomes his body. As he loses his attention the Spirit leaves him with one last word to remember. 


 

Spoiler

Fuego.
(OOC: This information cannot be meta'd as this conversation consists between only the Orc and the Spirit on the border of the Spirit Realm.)