[PK] Droktar'Lur

[AmericanSimp 510]

AN UNTOLD TALE

 

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[!] Blanketing the city of Sutica was a darkened ocean, the waters within full of stars shining bright as an elderly being approached the city alone. Scars littered the creatures’ body from head to toe; malflame, spears, swords, dagger, and claws held no mercy atop the skin of this being.

As the creature continued to lumber toward the city, an elf soon found the cold gaze of the olog upon themselves as he clenched a human skull within his right and only hand. Soon after, a rather painful cough escaped the ologs maw followed by a small set of words, “Wub Naym..” the olog had begun to question the elf. As the elf examined the creature before her, she had not been able to hear the ologs words, asking for him to repeat the question. The olog let out a grunt before motioning for her to follow out toward the bridge in front of the Sutican gate, the olog made muttering the question once more, “Wub Naym…”

 

Moments later, the olog was now sitting along the railing of the bridge. The skull that was once within the ologs grasp, had been placed neatly beside the pale orange creature. Ivarielle, the elf, followed the olog outside the city gates, opting to stand in the middle of the bridge as she remained skeptical of the creature before her. As time passed, the elf explained who she was and how she lived within the city as the olog stated, “Droktar wunt tu gruk Ivarielle.”

Droktar’Lur soon looked to the night sky above as his skin continued to take on a paler appearance, the sparkle of the stars above filling his gaze whilst the elf spoke her tale. Ivarielle soon realized the time of Droktar’Lur was running short as the olog spoke with a slow voice, “Droktar join famyli zoon...” As the realization sunk into the mind of Ivarielle, she began to go into more depth in regard to the life she lived, mentioning her time at war as she slowly made her way towards the edge Droktar sat upon. Though as her stories came to a halt, the eyes of Droktar closed and for a moment there was silence. Breaking the silence was a coarse question, “Why Fyght”

 

Ivarielle had not expected the question, nor had she planned to have it asked by an olog. Though she looked deep within her heart and told the reasons to the dying Droktar. A small painful smirk crossed the maw of the olog as he turned his gaze back to the elf. The smile quick to fade as the olog was asked a question, “Are you happy with everything you’ve done, Droktar’Lur?”

 

Soon all that could be heard was the trickling water of the rivers below the bridge, Droktar’s cold gaze watching a portion pass by. Droktar’s eyelids soon grew heavy though, his skin like that of a corpse, but after another wave of silence one word filled the air, “Nub.” As the world echoed through the night sky, the body of Droktar fell limp, colliding with the Sutican railing before falling to the waters below never to be seen again.

Droktar lived a long life, made many people proud, made many people mad, and disappointed all who once called him friend. Droktar chose to die alone, outside the gates of a city he once hated with all his being as penance for the many crimes he committed in his mind. May the mistakes this olog made in life, never be repeated.

 

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[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1093]

A wry goblin shaman, terribly maimed and wounded from years of war, wanders down the worn muddy bank of a mighty river in the desert lands. What had brought him here could only be the will of the spirits. His heart was tugged, as if Kor himself drug that goblin toward something....but all the was found was a human skull, decorated with care, left upon the river's side.

[ThatDutchFellow 1054]

[!] A titan of a Olog stares at a goblin who was brave enough to read him this missive..... the poor wretch recieves nothing but a rather fierce kick right into the rocky walls of the Ungri Cavern "NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB OLOHG FLAT?! KAN NUB BI TRUH! OLOHGZ TITANZ! KUBBEH UB BREV BLAHED ZO!" The olog reffered to the time a servant of Brev adressed him and the Olog-Hai as Titans... beasts of Alamaris rulers of the now dead race