A Krugsmas Visit

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

 

-=- A Krugsmas Visit -=-

 

Spoiler

 

 

In a rundown tavern on the edge of the crossroads, an old bearded orc sits in an ancient rocking chair next to a fireplace with it’s flames roaring. Next to him is an empty chair, for any that wish to hear the history of Krugsmas. You made the easy choice to waste a couple of minutes and sit down, to hear the old orc’s story.

 

The old orc opens a book and your vision begins to fade, you feel as though are you being sucked into the book, but your body does not move. Yet as your eyes flutter and your vision fades, you feel the cold wind blowing against your face. Your eyes flicker open and you find yourself next to the old orc, he turns to face you and laughs.

 

“The very first Krugsmas occured when the most noble of the brothers broke from his chains, either in the Realm of Iblees or in the Realm of the Ancestors. He returned to these lands bringing gifts to those who follow his ways of charity, of honor, of loyalty. His first stop was this very village, the village of the Orcs.”

 

You stare off in the distance as you hear the shaking of bells. Your eyes lock onto this noise and what you spot is something you have never seen before. A large green orc wears a suit of red armour, sitting in a sleigh pulled by eight white Lur wolves covered in bells. Around his sleigh float candles that light his way in the darkest of nights. The sleigh begins to shake side to side as it comes landing on the temple of this orcish village. Saint Krug pushes himself up from his seat and begins to pull presents from his sleigh, tossing them to each of the candles as they float to the home of each orc, finding a way inside and dropping the present at the side of their bed. Once every candle returns to the sleigh, Saint Krug would turn, sitting back down, grabbing the reins of his sleigh as he takes off once more.

“You see there youngling, those candles. They are the Spirits of Krugsmas, guardians of this most sacred day. They have aided Saint Krug in delivering gifts since the very first night. These are the ones that watch you all year long and determine if you are worthy of a gift.” the old orc chuckles as a chair appears beneath him, the very same he was sitting in the tavern. “Candles are their favorite form, some blame these little ones for the Great Krughanistan Fire.”

 

You nod as the orc speaks, and you begin to sway side to side as the location changes. Now you stand in the middle of a dwarven village in a crowd of dwarves kneeling at a tree. The crowd disperses as soon as you appear and the old orc lets out a heart filled chuckle.

 

“It’s as if I was here yesterday. The first of the Krugsmas trees were put up by the dwarven kind, those who are close to the uruk’s in their honor. They were the first to realize that every fifty-two years, in one night every resident of the lands receives a single gift that they desire most. A blade sharper than the claws of a dragon. A music box. A little wolf. Whatever it is, you will receive it if you followed the ways of Saint Krug.”

 

You look up towards the old orc and ask him, “What happens if you don’t follow the ways of  Saint Krug?”

 

This elder orc shakes his head as he snaps his fingers three times and the terrain around you shifts. It is the same village you were in before, yet it’s entirely different. The entire town seems to have been deserted and burnt down.

 

“Saint Krug shares no mercy. For he is only a portion of Krug’s entire soul, his entire body. If you do not behave, if you do not show charity, show honor, you are not fit for these lands and Saint Krug teaches you a lesson you will not forget.”

 

As he finishes this, the land begins to shift as the old orc stands up. He gives you a smile as he touches the tip of his finger against your forehead and you fall to the ground. As you wake up, you find yourself in your warm bed with a gift on the windowsill. You rush to the window and look out at the snow covered terrain, for Saint Krug sent out the greatest of his spirits to watch you, Father Krugsmas, the Greater Spirit of Krugsmas.

 

[kingnothing 571]

"How wholesome."

A particularly festive ghost nodded solemnly.

[Chorale__ 2147]

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