Death Bites Us All.

[OzYmandi 647]

 

 

“Mi libed too lung, did mi nub?”

 

The shaman questioned himself, sitting down at the floor of the forests surrounding the Dominion. They’d let him in, eventually, spoke to some Dominionites and killed some in other occasions. It was a fun life. A fun way of being. Though, in a way, it bored him. All the power, but none at all, at the same time.

“I’z about tik tuh go…”

 

The thought of leaving… Dying? No. Just leaving. He had done it before. Left everyone and everything. Went to further augment himself in his powers… Lighten himself in the darken wisdom he had gotten, in all those years of sickening, corruptive power. Some orcs feared him. Certainly not Shamans. He didn’t fear them either. Didn’t make sense to fear them. He killed what they praised. The all-mighty spirits and their lessers. It was almost too easy at times.

 

“Mi’z nub goin’ tuh Ztargûzh’Ztroh, nub.. Da’z fuhr hunurable urukz… Lyke lat, hopefully.. Dun’t go lat’z popo’z way, hrm?”

His son… He had one. Spirits know who birthed the product of a Dark Shaman’s needs. Like his father before him, Nûrzum could only hope his son would not go the same way he did. More-so, he hoped he’d go the opposite.

“Lûp’Ilzgûl, mi kub.”

He cackled, his voice echoing through the silent forest, to which the Shaman made sure was empty - atleast of hunters. He stood, having his staff for assistance as the son did nothing to help his crooked, old father. A mix of disgust and pity for the Orc. The Black Uruk took a final look at his creation. A creation that for the first time didn’t involve killing anyone, nor using his powers. Really, he was proud.

 

The forests never welcomed him well. He didn’t know if it was the might of the Aspects he always so proudly complained about, or simply a druid stalking him and making his life hell. One of the two. He started pacing off. Where to? Nowhere in particular. Away. From the world, he hoped.. Though, that’d mean death. He didn’t want to die. Atleast not now. But… It felt necessary. He didn’t really know why.

He never did, though. He never knew why things happened.

Never.

 

And no one was to know what happened to him

 

[OOC: So,, Gothâr was fun to play. Atleast for a while. Dark Shamanism is cool, it’s a really good magic, and I reccomend anyone try it. Maybe wait a bit for the re-write. And, this sort of marks the beginning of me trying to reconcile with a community I have been part of in the past and want to be part of again. So.. Yea. What goes goes. Thanks for Lhindir and all the dark shamans for enduring my bs at times and all the people who endure me in a regular basis. o7]

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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