The Voidal Grudge Resolved

[SimplySeo 6999]

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In the deepest chambers of Kal’Evraal, though the temple of the Brathmordakin, and past the library which held the collective histories of his folk. Jorvin Starbreaker stands with his brother Azdal ( @Zarexan ) and father Kazrin ( @DrHope) before the most ancient of tomes, started by Urguan himself in the days of yore. The Book of Grudges. A fresh wound drips from his palm as he crosses out the grudge below.

 

{ THE WRONGED }
Clan Starbreaker

{ THE ASSAILANT }
The Creatures of the Voidal Invasion

{ THE WRONG }
The Invasion of the Yemekar-Forged realm of Arcas
The Defilement of the Yemekar-Forged realm of Arcas
The Corruption and/or murder of an unknown number of Yemekar’s creations
The grievous injury of Azdal Starbreaker at the hands of the being known as ‘MOTHER’
The injury of Lulubelle Starbreaker at the hands of the being known as ‘GRIEF’
The attempted slaying of Jorvin Starbreaker at the hands of the being known as ‘MOTHER’

{ THE SETTLEMENT }
The utter capitulation of all voidal beings currently assaulting the realms of Arcas
The complete removal of all voidal corruption from the realm of Arcas
The death of the being known as ‘MOTHER’
The death of the being known as ‘GRIEF’

 

Narvak oz Gotrek

Yoth da Brathmordakin

Victory is ours

 

 

After crossing out the grudge, Jorvin wraps his hand, and merely looks down on the page for a moment in silence. Shortly after, a grin creeps upon his face and he would nod to his father the High Remembrancer, handing off the book. His battle finally won, he had a feeling he wouldn’t need the book again for quite some time, he let out a tired sigh, and a sense of ease took him. He would then leave the chamber with the intention of heading down to the tavern, and enjoying his Dwedsmas over a pint or two. He liked to believe he earned it.

[CanadianKiwiFlight 1901]

“H-Helloooooo…? HELLOOOOOOO.. An-Anyone theeeeeeeereeeee?” a familiar tone would screech out in a common tounge within the void, where nothing is there to help him. The creature yelling out whilst ripped apart and shredding from its gratuitous form... leaving nothing but a shell of a once powerful revenant.

In a land of absolute darkness and nothing, the revenant realizes the familiar energies about him.. its ‘eyes’ still  agape from the banishment to this plane it had received from its creator. Eventually however he would faux a sigh. “Ahhh.. well.. it seems as though everything has fallen apart just before me.. Tragic really, I suppose there is much from these dimensions of reality I have yet to fully understand.. But WHAT? How could I be led so astray?! Some land held together by natural orders and pathetic gods spawned from our realm able to fight off the crippling-unstable reality of our lands? What I-“

“Hey Ukrathis… It has been a while since I have heard your sniveling, whiney voice.” a familiar deep tone would ring throughout the empty landscape. The lamenting creature turning very quickly to be faced with two old subordinates. One glowing a deep dark purple, cracks appearing in the sky around him... whilst the other huffs in an almost eldritch monster like way. Red drool seeping out of the creature’s skin as lines of ivory teeth are barred at the lamenter’s form. “OOOOOH, Why hello! Uxubor and ermm.. Phothaina. Yes, I hope yo-hehe.. aren’t ungrateful for what happened! We were all apart of a team yes! EVERYTHING was simply for our beautiful greater behemoth to break out! And we did that no? Did we NOT properly conduct ourselves out there? Because I surely believe we did..” the lamenter gets out, something seeming to emanate nervousness noticeably evident through his form.

“Oh Ukrathis… you are right. You surely DID splendidly in working for our greater!” Uxubor states, glowing a deep dull purple. His red-counter part beginning to grin a large array of ivory teeth, “However Ukrathis.. we learned a lot out there in the human world... Many facets of knowledge, deep and understanding philosophies about something we could have never dreamed of... We even managed to pick up this common language. There are 1,130,000 letters within it! And let me assure you..” Uxubor and Phothaina begin to draw closer to the lonely revenant, the red one grinding their teeth harshly together as the lamenting revenant attempts to almost quickly get away, though unable to properly escape before Uxubor finishes.

“No matter how many letters they have, there simply are not enough I can string together to properly express how much I will enjoy ripping you to shreds for the next eternity Ukrathis… until next time, possibly this will show you your place.” the creature says, and then moments later Uxubor and Phothaina would punch, tear, rip apart, and break Ukrathis in the most creatively painful ways one could imagine for the one named “Greif”. The traitorous revenant screeching and yelling within a great deal of displeasure for the next foreseeable infinity...