PRAISE FREYGOTH

[senor_tortuga 692]

FOR FREYGOTH

Three figures stand around the illuminating fire, sharing a pipe as the intoxicating effects of THUNDERKRUG take hold of them. Smoke and let sleep take hold of you. Said the shaman in blah, dozing off soon after. Following the words of the shaman, the two other figures in the room each took a drag from the pipe, bringing them into a deep sleep. Though, they were not met with the usual restful dreams, but they were taken to the Immortal Realm.

Falling was the first sensation that came, the duo fell for what seemed like an eternity plummeting down through what seemed to be adark tunnel. Their screams seemed to be echo-less, though as they continued to fall a bright light could be see glimmering from down below. Suddenly, before the duo reached the light they awoke, in a field of light green grass surrounded by towering trees which seemed to stretch as far as the clouds. The realm of Freygoth.

The first one to get up was the BALD elf, groggily rising to his feet as his uruk companion, Mug cheerfully squealed with joy at the sight of far off piggies. A ways off from the restless Descendants was a deep pool, fed by a tumbling and foaming waterfall. The duo made their way towards the water’s bank to wash their faces and such when the ground started to rumble, spooking the birds of the air and beasts of the land which flocked to the grove in abundance.

What erupted from the crystal clear pool was a grand dolphin, soaring through the air as its skin shined a light that rivaled the BALD elf’s own head's shine. The orc and elf stood there with jaws DROPPED, watching the creature soar through the air and back into the water from where it came.

Why have you entered my domain mortals?

Booms the voice from deep within the water, seemingly coming from the glorious and godlike dolphin. In return the bald man speaks while his bald head gleams a glorious and luminous light and his uruk friend daydreams of the intoxicating THUNDERKRUG. I have come to speak with you of the current state of your domain! The elven man says with vigor, awaiting a response from the spirit.

Then speak of it.

She responds plainly. The BALD Huntsgoth rubs his hands together as he speaks. Unnatural forces encroach on your land, the void, Iblees’ spawn, and other beings, as descendants twisted by aenguldaemons or not greedily tear at your domain. It is clear to those we choose to look that the islands are plagued with the unnatural, and to make matters worse a clan called LAK seeks to replace you with a glorified toad! The bald man says to no one in particular, as the spirit is in no tangible form at the moment.

Suddenly the realm rumbles and the trees claw for the sky, cutting out the sun and causing a wary darkness to fall down upon the duo. Soon black wolf with piercing red eyes strides from the forest, staring intently towards the duo as a booming voice comes from its figure. You think I do not know of these Inconveniences! And what can a petty mortal like you do to help me! While you sit hear blabbering they have stolen another one of my minions!  The voice roars as the wolf grows larger and the nearby trees begin to sway violently.

You are powerless!

As the voice spoke the largest of the nearby trees came crashing down towards the duo, aiming to crush them under its weight. Though somehow the duo manages to evade the tree, be it the spirits intervention or pure luck, the BALD man ends up diving into the pool as Mug flails back, narrowly escaping death by TREE.

A bargain can be made. The bald man gurgles as he rises to the surface.

A bargain? Inquires the spirit as a lesser pack of wolves emerges from the woods surrounding the small grove. While the wolves encroach on the two, the elf rises from the banks of the pool and pleads with the spirit. Yes, a bargain. One to bring glory and power to your domain. Kill the mages! Kill the blasphemers! and return power to your domain! And as for the Laks, they need to be taken care of.

And what will you do with those Laks? The spirit inquires slightly amused while the lesser wolves stay at bay and the BALD man speaks. Take back those spirits who have listened to the blasphemy of the Lak clan and forsaken your domain. The spirits will praise your name as the Lak clan crumbles!

That is my side of the bargain, what will be yours?

The BALD man says with confidence as the wolf’s frame twists into the form of a snake, moving at near untraceable speeds to constrict the man. What issssss it you desssire? Questions the snake as it slowly constricts its body around the elf. I seek to be your avatar among man, to spread your domain and offer up praise! The BALD elf says weakly as the constricting POWER of the snake holds him in place.

Hmmm, a boon to tame wild animalsss. Though to maintain the boon you must keep your pact, offering up many sssacrificesss. States the snake as it uncoils, releasing the Bald elf before moving to touch his forehead with the tip of its tail. To sssseal the pact, you sssshall be called Niiruk, a sign of your new devotion. The snake hisses approvingly as the tip of its tail glows a bright green light, sending the BALD elf and Mug back to the mortal world.

 

 

PRAISE FREYGOTH

 

[Archipelego 2188]

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[Travista 1361]

 

                                            

 

 

 

Schreck'Lak would sit in his den, healing from his recent victory with a mug of grog. An up-jump elf had challenged the will of Laklul, so he had to put down his odd notions in a klomp. Although rendered bloodied, he knew that the elf's will was never broken.

 

Schreck indulged himself further, reminiscing over his victories of those who had previously defied the will of Laklul: Tuk, Baxle, the druids, and recently, the Huntsgoth of clan Lur, Tajo.  All of them were dead or senile. The exception was the latter. 

 

Taking a sip from his grog, he vowed to make no exceptions for this elf. To the empty den he'd exclaim:

 

"Preyze Laklul."

                                 

[Mabah 156]

Swampgoth Bogush'Lak hears of this transgression to Laklul and his will. He idly sits on a swampy log before snarling and getting up. He definitely did not like the doings of this elf. Bogush swore to himself that he wouldn't accept these wrongdoings.

"Preyze. Laklul."

[osumanduas 1442]

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