The King Of The Moon 7016 Share Posted July 23, 2017 Torment. That is all Gukdab, Kurag and Kulgarok had known for the past year, as their spirit-bloated Ish'Urkal forms had been sucked into the Immortal Realm by Ixli only for their powers to be taken from them. For what felt like millennium in the strange domain of the Spirits, they had fled from cover to cover in fear of the creatures they had once consumed. Horror was their existence in this hellish, alien world they were unlawfully bound to and their redemption had come at the hands of the most unlikely of saviours, Leyd. It was this scarring period on Gukdab's mind that had garnered a new respect for the Spirits from the Goblin. Be mistaken not: his previous ideology was fixed; harnessing his new-found powers from Leyd, Gukdab still intended to hunt the spirit-worshippers and condemn the Immortals in order to free his Orkish ilk. He did however view his adversaries in a new light, for it was a Spirit that assisted him with this new invention of Dark Shamanism and it was a Spirit that had returned him home from oblivion... In summary, he felt that Spirits had their right to exist alongside Descendant kind, though to influence and puppeteer it simply wouldn't do. He re-awoke on the 4th of The Grand Harvest, 1621. His body quivered from malnourishment, as he had not known a meal in at least a decade, whilst his mind felt honed like a razor's edge and he was no longer crippled by the torment of the Ish'Urkal form, where he had once existed as but a skull upon semi-corporeal mass. Shakily, he flattened a hand to his chest and felt his heartbeat for the first time in years. Gukdab had been truly born again. The sands upon which he awoke were close enough to Krugmar and so he did venture to his brothers' city, knowing full well the treatment he'd receive if they knew of his spoils. He gazed upon the many shrines to Leyd, contemplating his tenuous relationship with the Spirit, before his eyes fell upon a totem surrounded by swampy earth and boggy waters: Laklul. A wicked grin flashed over the Elder's face, for in this new life he would be a man of ambition. Without hesitation, he went about re-locating his peers to plan for his next act of enslavement. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lockez 48 Share Posted July 24, 2017 Disgrace to uruk kind. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Man of Respect 5471 Share Posted July 24, 2017 Wherr am lat Tawdnug 34 minutes ago, Lockez said: Disgrace to uruk kind. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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