The Desert lives

[Rudi 1747]

 

Enough is Enough

"Who are we to judge the spirits? Us who are just worms under their divine heels. Who are we to interpret their thoughts and intentions. We, who are doomed to spend a limited time in this realm and suffer from their will and play. Why serving such egocentric beings who just punish us for not giving them the respect they demand? Why must we suffer from their punishments? And if such a divine beings asks us for our help, why not using this chance? Siding with their enemy and maybe even overthrowing them? Not being worms anymore.
The answer is simple child. As I said we are not meant to understand their ways and intentions, but surely they arent bad. Otherwise we wouldnt be here. They watch us and lead us, even if they dont share an opinon among another. But if they call for us than they give us, us the worms, a reason to prove why are the right ones to serve them. Thank and honour them that they trust YOU in fighting for them. They give your existance a reason. They give you a chance to prove the others, why you should be the one under their heels and not laying in the plain mud." - A shaman lecturing a Kub, unknown.
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-=The first encounter with the Devourer,  circe 1658.=-
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L̰̬̺̯̟̙̞i͉̝͓͖̮̗͇̭̭s͙͕͓̗t̪͇̪e̬͎̮̣̥͔̯̖n͖̻͍̳̦ ͓͈͚̞w̬̗͍o͔͓̬̤̲̬r̹̱m̲̤.̙̳ ͓̬̱̥̝̯̟͍l̯̫͔̙͇͎i̜̟̥̬͎̖s̺̣͙͈̬ͅt͚͎̘̩̲͙e̙̯̠̭̹n̯̩̘̰͈̱ ͎̼t̗̮͎̬̮̟̞̬o̪̯͉̣̳̞̙͔̱ ̖̤͙̫͚̗͉̘̮R͙̰̝a̞͓̳̮m̙̲̠̬̬̤a̪̝̬̩͚͓ͅk̪͇̰̱ḫ͎̗͈e̗̗̰̻̥͚͓͉t͚̗̫̟̝͔̘͕
͔̞̬͍I͚̻͇̻̦̞̞̪ ̮̗̫̭̯a̙̣̞ͅm̮̬ ̥̞͓̙̫̟̳S̱͕͉̺͚̙̮ͅa͔̙ṉ̜̪̰͙̹͓d̙̺̙͇͕͇,̙̣͙̤ ̞̟̺̳ͅI͖̖ ̣̙͕̲̩̜͔a͎m̭̭̟̬̘̜̰ ̻̤̦w̺̱͇i͖̼͎̦̫̖n̠̠̲̤͈̫̜d̜̳͔,͉͇̞̥͕͔ͅ ͔̹̙̣̩̣̠I͙̳ ̥̱̘̟̖͙̭̼͔a͓͎̘̼m͚̞͎̹̬ ͙̻̗̱͕t̞h͇e͓̞͉̼͇͙̞ ͉̺̠̼̗̤͍̠̖D̲̞̣̦͓̘̱e̦̜͓̳̱̯̜̝̺s̰e̪̪͚̖̻͇̣r̜͈t̪̗̘̖̯͉͖
̠͓̗M͕̱̦̯͙̺̰y̮͍̼ͅ ͓͚̱̫̣̳͙͉͎w̭̩͉o̥̗̳͖r̩̖̹̺͍l̘͇̜̩d̥s̭͙͖̺͕̖͕ ̲͚̱̘̯̮͉a͇̖̩͉̼̻̰͍ͅr̤̞͖ͅe̤͇ ͇̜̙̘͖̩̭̦̠t̼͖̟̝̯̳o͈͙ ̹̻̩̘̪ͅf̗̠̠̩̳̰͎o̮͎͓͎̤̻ͅl̘̥l̟̗̼̪o͔̻̯̯̝̗̭w̰̩͈̻̖,̝̮ ̣̺̙̬̣̲̦̠
̣̼͖M̞̞̩̝y̦͙ ̳̪̬̠c̩̩̣̯̪͕̝̜ạ̲̳̞͚̝̪̟l̠͚̖l̖̹̩̝̙͙ ̗̬͖̩̱̼̤i̞̬̜̝̲̱̪͔s͕͉̘̗̙̹̭̩̟ ̦͇̗͙̞͍̱̣t̪o͔̞͉̝ ̫͖̙͔̬͔͈͔͙ḅ̼̞̮̱̭͉̠̭e̦ ̯̬a̪͈n̫̹͇s̱̟̦͎w͓̱͎̦̹͈e̤̦̰r̫̻͚e̪͕̙̹͙̘d̺̺̹̼̝̪̪̻
͔̰͍̮̲O̺̟͇̹̤r̠͓ ̫͍͍͔̼̤y̮̝̝̟͕̭̖̟o̲͉̺̞̻̩̙u͙̮r̙̫̺̙ͅ ̞͙̳͎͔b̻͇̱̠̥̮͕o͈̰͇n̼̮e̯̰̺̫̟͎͕̞͓s̳̜ ̬̘̭̺̗w̘͔͖̻̻i̯l͉͕͖͈̱̝̫̲l̙̩̙̻̗̘͔̱̘ ͚̟͈͙̖̩j̟̠̠̺̣o̙͙i̦̙͕̥̦ṇ͕̠͚͈̗̥̤ ̹̤̗̬͓͕͖͔m̗͔̯̖̗y͉͍̗͇̖̫̯̦ ͙̱̠r͔̙e̜̖̝ḁ̬͉̖l̼̺͍̳̪̙m̤̥ ͇̫͇̗̼̝͉̫ͅf̫̪̟o̬͎͖͉r͉̪̺̩ ͍̮͖̜̺e̹̤̗̘t͇̮͎͓̭͙̖͖e͙̜̺r̯n͔̭̗͉͇ͅi͔t̩̩̝̺͚̻͕̥y͍
̠̥̣̖͎͓
̲̗͍̲̤̣̱͎̥P̝͖͎̻͙͕u̻̞̝͖r͈̻͈͉g͎̼̮̝̖̦̩e͈͍̦̦ ̘̯m̬̭̞̭̠̟͈y̖͚͓̩̘̤̥͔ ͕̜r̬͓͈̞͕e̟̤̥̭̖ͅa̞̙ͅl̺̱͖̰̠̖͔̙m͍͔̦̠ ͎̜̖͔̫͉̠͓͙o͖̙̬f̲̖̠ ͓̥̗̩̠t̺͕͔h͔̰͍e̦̩͔ ̣͇p̠̤̖̥̜a̬̜͇͎͕r̟͙̩̦a̖͍̦̯̞̣͚s̹͍͕͎̜i̯̪t̬̥e̞̞̘̤̪̝̹ ̪̠͈͎͈̱t̰̙̮h̭͎ͅͅa͓̩̥͖̞̹t̘͖̝̤ ͙͔̤͖̲̫ḻ̭̣̻̥̟̘ͅi͔͔̗̻̗̖͈͉v̜̮̭̲̜͕̼e̬̺̫̹̹̟͈s̖͈͕̯̤͎͙ ̻̬͖͔͓̪̰̘o̖̮̲̭̖̟f̩̦̤ ̮̳̹̼͓m̖ḙ͚͖̯
͖̖̖̦̗̮̤̘G̞͇̖̳͉͍e͍̟̥̘̰̩̗̯t̗͇̬ ̬͉r̥̗̱̖͍ͅi͓͔̪d̺͔̦͇̪ͅ ̠̞̳̟͙̳͍̤̹o̞̮̩͓̱̻̮f̻̘̺̹͕f̻̼̺͇͎ ̖̱̭̝͎̜ͅt͓̟̲͕̦̙̹h̲̟͍e̞̳̤̦̳̗ ̱D̠̖e̝̲̞̻ͅv̞̳̬̬̱̣̺o̯̟̭̪̠̭̣̺̗u͇̠̦̲r͉̰̻̬͙͉̭e̟͈͓̞͚̱͕r̤ ͇a͙̥̫̼n͍͖͈̻d̘̩̰ ͓I̞̭̪͇ ̯͖̼s͈̠h̘̗a̩͚̞̝̗̜̤̩̘l̖͈͈̦̫̫ḽ̤͉̯̰ͅ ̲̼̘͔̠s͎͉p̖̳̘a̲͙̮r̲̯͚̖̞̪̳͔e͇̜̥̬ ̞̘̯K̦̖͖̙r̘u͙̲̣̬̻͚͙g͉̹m̫̤a̱r̹͎̹͚̠͖̘
͎̼̹C͖̗̻̺͙ͅl̜͎̹̲͚̲̘͉ͅe̬͉̬͎͓͕͙ͅa͔͎̗̻̙͚͙̬͙n̯̟s͖͓̪̭͔e͈̝̥̫ ͔͎͓̺̞̻̲͉t̘̟̦̥͖̫h͎̤͇͎̳̺̙e͉͇͖̩̗̗̦ ̠̙D̞͕̗̻̠e̮͙̺s̮̺͇̤͉̖e͇̙̣̩͉̩̫r̮̫̯t͉̩̫͉̫͈ ̫̯a̯͕̠ṋ̥̭̞͎̭̮d̮̗͈̪͙̤ ̭̮ͅi̩̱͖̹̯t̟̲̫̤̖͖̬͇̩ ̥͈s̯͉̖͖̠̤ẖ͍͈̮a̝̬̭l̺̗͔̠̥̳̫̱l̤͈̺̪͔̫͓̩ ̟̟̫̜b͉̪̺͓̬̣e̱̖̰̟ ̣͕t̰̹͉̜̘̺̖̠ḥ͙̥͖̼̟͇e͈̤ ̝͉̫̰ͅh̜͓͈̰͕̪͚̥̳o̭̹̖̩m͈̳̹͇̲̖̻̮ͅe̮̰̰̟̟ ̯͈̠̣̲̺̲o̻̤͍̼͈̫͙f̖̪̻͎͕̦̠͉ ͍̙
͈͍̤͎̣̣͙͍a̙̙̦̱̻͙͉̤l͚l̰̜̝̹ ͙͕̟̭̰͇̘͔K̻̘̭r͔̤͔͇͚̤u̮̻̖g̤̙̼͖ṃ̘̥a͙r͕̱s̱͓ ͍͕̲̼c̼h̝̝̞͍ͅi̜͉̤̳̥̣͕l̻̰̩d̼̺̲͉r͚͕͓̥̗̱̣e͚̞n̠̫͚̠͇͈ ̺͎̘̘̙ͅa̮̟̥̰͎g̖͉ͅa̟͔i̜͎̫̗̣̤̘n̩̬͎͕̗͙̖!̯̟̩̦̲̣
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The voice of Ramakhet shouted inside of the Ologs head as the wind small twister had him captured. He couldnt tell if it was just the fine particels who formed the sand, grinded against another or the voice of the spirit who never spoke. Each time the Olog cried out, his skin got striked with a whip sand which circulated around him. His voice hurted him, to listen to it was not just unpleasing but actually painfull to listen to. His small brain couldnt comprehend what it was but it knew it that it shall never forget the words that kept on drilling into his head:
K̰̼̭̟̫̭̟̖͖͈Ị͖̹͔̙L̹̯̫̹̪̭͔̞̩L̮̪̦̼͔̳̥̣ ̜̗̗͇̝̦͚̬̫̝̮͍̮̳ͅI̥̠̺̤͍̰̮̹̥̲̗̱̱T̠̙̰̳̠̱̟̗̱̲̺̯̰ͅ ̘̲͙̼̖̬̳̜̫̖̬͙Ḵ͎̘̼̘̦̺͈̠̱̗̞̼͓̮̦̩̣̟I͈̹͓̥̙̟̬͍̤ͅL̪̰̖̪͖̤̩̮̬̩͖̣̳̙̠̖͇͖L͎̮̲̹̟̞̹̻ ͇͈͔̳̦̻̹̜͔̺̠̣̦̠Ḭ͎̮̪̲͇͕̳̪͔̦̥̬̺̙̪T̝̻̞̘̺̟̩͉̝̜͓̹͙͙͙͎̬̦ ̜̪̹̹̗K͇̺̥̖̟̖̤̠̗̭I͖̮͓͍̯͔̤̪͙L̦̭͙̻̙̘͉̭L̝̼̺̺̱̺̗̟̙̣̠̯͖̗͙̖͚̻ 
͙̼̦̤̯̻͔K͉̫̘̤̹͎̠̺͈̳̯̦̱I̞̲͓̣͍̝͔̲̹̖̦̟͎͉ͅL̮̩̣̠̘̩̭̗̥̗̲̠̥L̻̠̲͎̟̦ ͉̼̖͙̤̫̤I̬̗̗̤̜̲̖̤̙̣̯͚͍͕T͙̮̳̗̣͔̯̖̘͖̪̜̙̹̰̣̝ ͚͖̮̘̲̤̺̖̖̺̪K͈̫͙͚̰̤̠̠̰̙͔̘̮͙̻̳I̗̠͖̝̜̳̜̳̰͚͉̯L̯̯̱͚̙̝͎̭̜̠̖̣̼̜̳̜̖͉L̬̞͖̤̖̯͔͕̦̣̥̪̼̤ ̖̪̝̟̯̥̟̪̞I̱͚̲͈̳̝̭͔̟̻̯ͅT̤͓̖͓̲̜̟̥͉̣̟̱̦̺̺͉̟̗ ̼̤̞̹̣̙̫̰̤̺̪ͅͅK̫̻̮̝̘̳̗̥̬̟̙ͅI̝̤̖̭͎̥͕̠͚̝̝̳̖͙͖͈̹ͅͅL̰̦͍̗L͈̻̣͉͕̦̱̠̭͕
̰͍̞̺̩̱̭̭̠̲̖̲̟̰̲͎͇ͅK̪̘̱̤̳̯I̹̪̠̙͉̝̙͉͙̰̝L̝̞̻̱̝̘̯̘͔L͔͔̗̱̩̤̼̞̤͖̝͚̝͔̪ ̰̼̫͉̣͕̬̠͇͍̫̳̣̝̜I̹͙̮̹͕͕̙̞̫̭̪̹Ṱ̬̲̺ ͈͓͈͔͔̳͔̘K̲̙̹͙̭̺̦͖̟͖͓̠̻̝̩̱̳̝I̬̥̜͚L͎̖͉͉̖̬̪̦̮͚̪̺L̦̪̼̹̦͓̥ ̼̺̼̗I͖̝͉͚̪̼̣͚T̗̞̹̜̼̰̯ ͚͚̣̜̤Ḵ̤͇͇I̠͈̯̯̙̙̰̹L̗̺̙̟L̫̙̤̺
̹͚̭͓̦͍͈͇̮̲̙̫͙͇͉ͅK͇̲͙̰͖̯̮̹͉̩͍I͎̹͚̰̱̞͚͔̱̥̹̱͚͍̙͖̻L̲̺̖̩L̪͍̲͓̦͚̝̱̙̹̘ ͖̗̳̮I̮͙͕͔͙͕̤̭͎̜͎̻͇̤̱Ṭ̞̖͇̺̺ ̯͍͎̹̗͓̱͇̫͍̗̟͕̤ͅK̤̖͚̭̩͇I̭̝͕̯̖͙͉L̞̠̭̭̫̥͔̣̘̞̮̙̖͖̠͓͚̺̠L̺̹͔̼͓̳ ͎̙̼̹̪̞͙̻̞͖̭ͅI̖̹͙̟̞̝̜͇̺̰̙͔̜͚͚̯T̹̺͍͈̺͕͖̗̯͍̰͙ͅ ͍̯̥̰K̼̘͎̹͔͕̩̻̥I̼̰͖̲̥̣̥̬̜͇̳̹̘̤̗͎̺͈L͈̟̜̘̯̩̖̲͇͙̯͍̝̗͍͙̺̫L̠͍̝̣̠̱̩͉͓̭̘̠̥

 

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Chapter 2 coming at Second of June, 10pm CET, northern Desert.

[Panashea 3327]

Skaatchnak sounds a horn, a warband of orcs reading their blades and armor from within the heart of Krugmar.

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

Madeline Applefoot suddenly feels very happy that Dunshire is far far far away from this thing 

[Slothtastic 761]

1 hour ago, DivineJustice said:

Kulgarok sounds a horn, a warband of orcs reading their blades and armor from within the heart of Krugmar.

Orgak is surprised any Orc would listen to the known Dark Shaman. 

[PraiseTheLord 868]

HAZURK'RAGUK HEARS OF THIS, PONDERING WHICH REACTION WOULD BE IN THE BEST INTEREST OF HIS PEOPLE. "DA ZPIRITZ AM KUNTZ, BUT WI DO DIZ FOR KRUGMAR."

[Burnsy 437]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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