Emergence

[Tayelikel 193]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22LUX144xto

 

 

“Those that walk the plane of Stargush’Stroh seek either one of two things: Redemption or Guidance.”

- Shagarath of Clan Yar

‘Twas but a misty mess in, what appeared to be an endless plane in never ending decay. A Slouch shaman elder pacing forward, followed by his half-elven companion, can be seen in the distance as mere silhouettes to the fogged horizon.

 

“We zhould be close” the elder murmurs, looking over the desolate plane.

 

 

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Elphaba would look around, not having been on a spirit walk in years she felt disorientated but relaxed ‘The spirit world’ she thought to herself as she looked around, her eyes alight with a burning desire to understand and explore more. She was here for a reason though, being undeterred she follows Shagrath closely. Not wanting to get lost in the expanse of the plane. With a simple breath she takes everything in, although keeping her face devoid of emotion, her hands and legs expose a slight tremble, her chest visibly pounding as the realization of who she is coming to speak with crashes into her like waves against a cliffside. Closing her eyes for a moment she steels herself. Keeping stride with Shagarath “I have not seen the spirit plane like this before...” she muses curiously as they walk.

 

 

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From afar they would see but a simple hut onto the desolate plane. A grey plume of smoke would emulate from its chimney as the two approach. The elder would soon feel the presence of a spirit among them.

 

 

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“Dah hunt haz finished… eigh zuppoze mi help endz here - until lat wizh to return. From here lat zhall venture, on lat uwn.” Shagarath emplores. The elder offers Elpha a gesture to move onwards towards the hut, sitting down himself.

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Elphaba would approach the hut, slowly, with a bit of hesitance. She eyes the hut “Throm’ka” she calls out, despite knowing a response would come she felt unsure. Her head turning to the elder shaman before aligning her focus back to the hut “Popo?” the word comes out in an odd tone, not having been spoken in centuries her eyes look the door up and down, as if to size it up, her arm lifting as she decisively reaches to open the door to the hut.

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The spirit that followed them would move itself into presence, as it gushes through the huts entrance. Moving past Elphaba with a gush of wind forcing her aside, it would seem not to touch the Elder though... Appearing to materialize into a structured form on the other side of the room... Morgaba’Gorkil reforming himself back turned to the duo... hearing the words ‘Popo’ creates a grunt from him, before a snicker “Am lat Wurthy tu blah mi nayme” another snicker would come out of his jaw before turning towards the duo, not seemingly hesitant that the Lutamen in within the plane eyeing Elphaba.

 

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Seeing her father before her. Elphaba lets out an involuntary gasp, her eyes trail him. The scars from his past, his smell. All the memories come flooding to the forefront of her mind as the floodgates to a chapter of her past once kept buried burst open. Lifting her head to meet his gaze, she nods. “Mi am” The words come out stronger than she expected, she was sure of herself. No longer the lost little girl fighting to survive, fighting for approval, the fight was over. “Mi am finnaleh able tu faze you” the words echo in the air a moment As she stand her ground in front of her father.

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The loud thunderous steps of the orc tread forward to stand next to the elder “Yu caznot say mi name, can yu” Morgaba speaks yet again “Yu not wurthy?” the orc spouts out as the mystical spit flings off towards Elphaba’s direction. He’ll turn across to face the Lutamen beside him “wai bring hur ” the orc spouts in a grunted heff of emotions welling over him.

 

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Elphaba would turn to her father, ignoring the spit, having faced it many times before as a child it was nothing new. Much had changed though, the cowering child she once was had been left in the past. Keeping her head high and her stance tall, grounded, she narrows her eyes at her father  “Mi am come tu blah tu lat. Mi need lat, muzh haz changed wif da uruks, agh mi nub belong tu da gorkils. Mi heart am with da Yar. Momo had tayken mi during da age dat mi could dezide wht clan mi could bi, agh mi need lat blezzing tu be where i am tu belong”

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“Gah” the orc shudders turning his back upon Elpha once more before beginning to walk to the opposite side of the hut, grunting heavily. A hand plomped upon the wall as you hear some glass shatter on the opposite side of the room. “Latz dizhonor mi name... Yar- non-gorkil.” grunting again as he’ll turn back towards his daughter, anger upon his face “Wi are strong, brutes.” he huffs out chest complusing as he steps forwards to bang his fists on the table in front creating a loud bang “Du yu not see.” he grunts “We fyte.”

 

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Elphaba shakes her head “Lat remember momo, hur wisdom, da wai she peeped da wurld. She peeped it fur what id wuz, she peeped da good where dere wuz nub. Zhe gave everithing for uz, fur our famileh, she wuz strong in mynde. Lyke me. Wi am strung, popo, bud nub in da wai lat thinks.” She would walk around the hut, picking up shattered glass, closing her eyes only a moment “Mi strength am wif da zpiritz, mi lyfe, belongz tu da zpiritz. Everithing i hab given up, haz been for dem, tu dem.” As she opens her eyes she world turn to meet his gaze. Her mother's eyes would seem to be staring back at him, Now grown it was easy to see Elpahaba had retained Sarens vibrant eyes, their sharp defined shape that seemed to hold the world in them, the hunger, a ravenous desire for knowledge and understanding burning in them. Eyes that have seen war, death, love, years of fighting for acceptance. Of trying to find her place. She would turn her gaze from him and back to the glass “Mi gruk lat will nub gruk how I peep da wurld, but, lat cen see whut I hab fought through, agh been through, Diz am juzt anothur. Mi am finalleh, mi am zu cloze tu where mi belong. Lat cen peep dat muzh. Mi am zure”

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Morgaba looking down towards Elphaba softly, his daughter. Peering into her eyes with what seems to be an angerous rage brewing inside of him yet... as he looks into her eyes he’ll seem to calm down, taking a few steps back as he looks towards the Elder “Du bring hur here fur mi...” scoffing softly as he’ll turn back towards Elphaba, his eyes balled up as he looks towards her. “Mi wunt lat to hold Gorkin brandz. Otherwize mi forgotten.” he’ll speak out once before grunting yet again “Yu grandpapi’s shuld be remembherd Alsu”. Giving one sigh “Fion, gu...”. Morgaba’Gorkil would seem to huf yet his anger would reside as he looks down towards his daughter, his elphaba.

 

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Elphaba shakes her head “Nub, Popo, Lat am nub furgutten, Lat lives un in mi, our famieh lives in whut wi du. Da things we create agh work in da wurld. Da people wi flat, da bruddurs wi zave agh fight wif in battul, Mi will tell lat ztuire, Mi underztand now, Lat cant cuntrol whu lives whu flatz whu blahs lat zturie. But me cen du dat” she smiles at her father “agh mi furgive lat, mi underztand da pain agh trialz lat had tu du fur uz, fur our famileh tu live. Id culd hab nub been eazi, agh lat wuz juzt trying tu mayke zure I could live, dat i would nub bi flat fur my bluud” She would stand and make her way toward her father, looking up at him as she does, and although no longer a baby, the small half urukess is dwarfed by her pure father

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“Yu’ve gruwn.” the orc speaks once before he’ll raise a hand to place upon his daughters head yet the spectral plane doesn’t allow such physical contact... He’ll wait to listen to her complete story before proceeding to nod “Du maykes me honorz.” the voice speaks but with an unsturdy crack after as he’ll step back “Iz dat all?”

 

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Elphaba smiles up at her father, her tusks catching the light in the hut as she nods “Rulg fur lat blezzing popo, mi will mayke lat prud” she turns her head to the elder shaman then back to her father with a smirk “agh maybe mi cen vizt anthur tik” shes silent for a moment before her face drawns into a frown “ib lat peeps mi zun, blah dat i mizz hym, agh dat mi wizh fur hym everiday...mi Talion, mi hab nub had da courge to azk tu peep him yed, bud maybe, maybe mi am dere. Mi hab moved on in my lyfe, agh maybe itdz tik tu cloze da final duurs, to heal da lazt zcars”

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he’ll grunt out looking down upon Elphaba. “Whatz latz du nuw, iz yu. Not mi to discovah.” bud ib lat am zerious, lat muzt commit tu da yar” he waves her over and points to the fire, Elphaba eyes it, frowning as she doesn't understand. “Put lat hand in da fire, down, where da brand iz” Elphaba winces, stepping back, biting her lip she walks to the fire, she closes her eyes and sticks it in, screaming in pain as the fire scorches the brand, She falls against the fireplace, bracing herself with her free arm as the fire licks the brand, she punches the mantle, resisting every impulse to draw out her hand as every nerve in her body screams for her to break way from the flames, she cries out in pain as the burn mark eats away at the brand, until nothing but a scar is left. Elphaba pulls her arm out, gasping in pain, her heavy breathing refusing to calm, after a moment she looks up at the ceiling, swallowing down the pain as she closes her eyes,  her father looks over her softly before turning towards her “Lat am unmarked, gu nao, agh faze lat trailz, lat will mayke agh fyne yar”?”

 

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Elphaba nods lightly, holding her wounded wrist, shaking slightly as she tries to burry the pain in the depths of her mind, the heat refusing to cool, the flesh seard, she groans slightly, biting her lip to reign back a yelp of pain. Preparing herself, she manages to speak through the pain “yub popo, id iz tik wi return tu da mortal wurld, rulg. Agh enjoy lat plaze here wif da spirits, lat dezerves rezt.” she would turn out of the hut, her eyes watered but no tears falling, not wanting to break her resolve, or appear weak to her father, not wanting his last sight of her to be tears, she makes her way to the elder shaman to return home. Waking in the elder shamans blarg, she finds herself in pain, a uncomfortable heat rising in her arm, she groans, managing to sit herself up, blinking disorientated at her surroundings. She looks around to settle herself, seeing her silver box on a table with her medical supplies, she reaches for it, greedily grabbing a salve and wrapping, tending to her wrist before going off into the Goi, The once Elphaba'Gorkil the tali'ururk shaman was unmarked, tied now to no clan, Elphaba would wander the Goi, a new found feeling of uncertainty with determination washing over her. So close, she was so close, To her happy ending.  

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Proudly Shagarath looks at his fellow shaman and nods "Nub'ting hozh'ur... den rekonnekting old frendz, famileh ohr lovurz."

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A single tear drips down Gukdan's face as the story is retold to him by Shagarath.

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Kuntklobbera grunts. 

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