A SPIRITUAL CHRONICLE: PART I | DIRECTION

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DIRECTION

A SPIRITUAL CHRONICLE

 

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CONTENTS:

1. LOST

2. ENTER

3. FOUND

 

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I. LOST

 

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NOT THE THE STENCH OF THE CINDERS, CLANG OF THE HAMMER NOR THE INTENSE LABOUR OF THE RAGUKIAN LIFESTYLE COULD RELIEVE SKULLCRUSHA’S REVERIE.

“WAAAGH!”

IT SOUNDED IN HIS HEAD, POUNDING AGAINST HIS SKULL. A CLAUSTERPHOBIC AND SUFFOCATING SCRATCH AGAINST HIS MEMORY.

“LEEEYD!”

THAT OF SUFFERING, A BLOODTHIRST THAT HE MUST QUENCH, HIS MILITARISTIC ORDERS. SKULLCRUSHA EXHALED, SUCCUMBING TO THE MEMORY.

“KRUKLEYD!

 

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AN EXPANDING WASTE LAY BEFORE SKULLCRUSHA. ONE THAT WAS NOT OF THIS MORTAL WORLD, NOT OF THIS MORTAL PLANE. THE DRY ASPHALT FINDING SHELTER BENEATH THE CREVICES OF THE ORK’S ARMOR. HE HAD WANDERED THIS FOR DAYS, OR WAS IT MONTHS? THE THOUGHT PLAGUED HIS MIND. THERE WAS A WAGH TO BE HELD NEAR HIS HOME, WHERE A KIN’S BLOOD WAS TO BE SHED AND HONOR TO BE RECOVERED.

 

SKULLCRUSHA’S KNEES BUCKLED, THE SUN VANISHING BENEATH THE HORISON. FOR A MOMENT, THE SURFACE SEEMED TO CONTORT AND FLASH INTO A CRIMSON REALITY, BEFORE RETURNING TO THEIR PREVIOUS FORM. SKULLCRUSHA PUSHED HIMSELF FORTH, HIS PEOPLE NEEDED HIM. HE KNEW NOT WHERE HE WAS, OR WHY HE HAD FOUND HIMSELF IN THIS HELL.

 

WORMS HAD NOW STARTED TO FIND SHELTER BENEATH SKULLCRUSHA’S FLESH, RESULTING IN UNBEARABLE AGONY AND A STRAIN UPON THE VERY TEAR OF HIS MUSCLES. ONCE MORE, THE WORLD AROUND HIM WAS SEIZED BY A CRIMSON FLASH, YET THIS ONE STAYED DORMANT LONGER. THE FAINT SILHOUETTES OF FIGURES GATHERED AROUND SKULLCRUSHA APPEARING BEFORE ONCE MORE DISAPPEARING WITH THE DUST.

 

SKULL CEASED, TURNING ON HIS HEELS STEADILY AND EYEING THE PLANE; HAD HE GONE MAD? “SHOW YOURSELF, *****! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS DECEIT.”

SILENCE. . .

SKULL CARRIED FORTH, NO DIRECTION NAVIGATING HIS STEPS.

 

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LIFE, NO. EXISTANCE DRAGGED ON AS SKULLCRUSHA TRAVERSED THE WASTE, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME HE HAD HEARD A SOUND? WHEN HIS FEET WERE NOT BLEEDING?

 

SKULLCRUSHA KNELT ONCE MORE. PERHAPS A REST WAS NEEDED, FOR JUST A MOMENT? PERHAPS HE SHOULD JUST CLOSE HIS EYES.

NO. HE WAS A RAGUK, SON OF LEYDLUK THE SKAHING HONOURABLE AND GRANDSON OF LEYD. VANGUARD OF THE TRUE WARNATION.

 

A POWERFUL GUST OF WIND THREW SKULLCRUSHA OFF BALANCE AS HE SHOT OFFSIDE, EVERYTHING TURNING TO RED ONCE MORE. THIS TIME, IT REMAINED. THIS TIME, A VOICE SPOKE TO HIM;

 

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II. APPEAR

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SKULLCRUSHA WAS MET WITH THE LOUD BOOMING OF FISTS RINGING AGAINST HOLLOWED MUSCLE, AND SEVERAL MUSCULAR BEINGS SURROUNDED HIM, DEVOID OF FLESH. FINDING HIS FEET, SKULLCRUSHA SNARLED AT THE CONJURED CREATURES, FISTS CURLING UP INTO BALLS. AS THE BEHEMOTHIAN ORK WENT TO STRIKE, A LOUD BOOM SOUNDED ACROSS THE SKYBOX. RESONATING FROM WALL TO EARDRUM, AND WALL AGAIN.

 

 

 

SKULLCRUSHA WOULD SOON COME TO REALIZE THIS OF LAUGHTER, IT’S MASTER 20 FEET TALL AND DONNING A LARGE, METALLIC SUIT OF PLATE. HIS FACE WAS MOLTEN, TORN AND UNRECOGNIZABLE FROM PREVIOUS WARS. “YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG IN THIS REALM, SNOTLING? YOU THINK YOU ARE MORE THAN A MERE DROPLET OF BLOOD AND FLESH? FOOL.”

THE BEAST STOOD FROM IT’S THRONE, RAGE-FILLED EYES ZONED IN ON SKULLCRUSHA. “I, AM LEYD. THIS IS MY MOHK, AND MY LATALINGS. THIS, YOU WILL BECOME.”

HE PAUSED

“EXPAND MY REACHES, URUK. . . THOSE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO PICK THEMSELVES UP WILL BE VANQUISHED, BE IT YOU OR ANY OTHER. DESTROY THE WEAK, AND LEAVE THE STRONG.

DO THIS FOR ME, AND I PROMISE TO YOU YOUR PEOPLE WILL BE GHURN.”

THIS WAS WHEN SKULLCRUSHA’S EYES TEARED FROM THE THICK TOXIN WHICH COVERED THE AIR, AND THE DREAM HAD STARTED TO FADE. ROARS OF “LEEYD!” AND “WAAAGH!” DROWNED THE AIR,

“AND WHOSE BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO NAME YOU SKULLCRUSHA? FROM NOW ON YOU’RE KRUKLEYD. I THINK THAT IS A MOST FITTING NAME.”

 

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III. FOUND

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A NEW LIGHT SURGED INSIDE OF THE RAGUK. HIS HEAD CLEAR, HIS FOCUS DETERMINED. HAND CLUTCHING TO THE HAMMER, AND HEAD BOBBING TO THE ORK BESIDE HIM. THEY HAD ARMOUR TO MAKE, SWORDS TO SHARPEN, AND A WAAAGH TO ATTEND.

 

LUP-RAGUK

LUP-KRUKLEYD

LUP-LEYD!

 

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