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Passing the Threshold: A Tale of Lutaumancy


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Passing the Threshold: A Tale of Lutaumancy

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

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The young shaman observed closely, both out of nervous caution and his affinity to learn every motion and utterance of his teacher, as an older shaman broke into an ecstatic tremor. The teacher broke into a sweat as his motions became more fluid and he bounded on each foot in an eclectic series of poses and twists. To the young shaman's chagrin, his teacher's vocabulary became unrecognizable - the Old Blah articulated sounded like a foreign language. The elder shaman practiced Lutaumancy, the spiritual practice of communing with the ancestral plane and its inhabitants, acting as a conduit between the presently living and their dead ancestors. The Lutauman went through all of the necessary rituals and practices to reach the ecstatic state necessary for his soul to be tethered and for him to commune with an ancestor.

 

"Throm'ka Kor! Latz let us pass? Mi an' mi student Kes'Izig are requestin' passage!"

 

Kes'Izig found his Lutauman offering an outstretched hand. Kes'izig extended a hand to grasp his teacher's, hesitating for a moment as he noticed his own hand quivering with anticipation. Kes'Izig gripped his teacher's hand and shuddered as the color before his eyes drained and the contour of his teacher's body seemed to fade into a darkening background. Kes'Izig gripped his teacher's hand harder, the only reassurance he had as he went through the swift experience of traversing to the Gundar Broshan - the Plateau of Arrival. The Lutauman and Kes'Izig reappeared upon a basin of jet black stone whose features lacked such definition save for the a jade green abutment for a grotesque bridge that seemed to stretch for miles. Though the ground underneath them lacked any texture to suggest what material composed the plateau, a thick smoke hung in the air and soot collected on both Kes'Izig and his Lutauman.

 

"Latz stay wit' mi, we make way for Doraz agh Kor," the Lutauman sternly advised his student.

 

They both turned towards the bridge, beyond its ramp laid an endless horizon flanked by anchorages and towers whose fissures glowed jade green and its remaining architecture colored a ceaseless jet black. The sky above them, an emotionless grey, shifted here and there and cracks of thunder could be heard faintly in the distance. The Lutauman led the way with Kes'Izig following closely behind as the two discussed the epiphany of an experience that the student felt.

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𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

 

A journey that felt both endless and immediate came to an end at Kor's Gateway. Kes'Izig, in the throes of confusion, gripped his teacher's forearm tightly as the shaman peered upward at the only source of light swinging to and fro above their heads. A lantern, whose light appeared choked by the soot and smoke that billowed from the ashen plateau behind them, craned over the two Orcs and a glass pane turned and glared at them separately. The dim light gave away a shrouded silhouette behind the lantern, whose stature towered that of both the shaman and his student.

 

"Kor, mi' nub' 'fraid. May latz' gib' uz' passage so that we may commune wit' da' people who passed away", the Lutauman inquired.

 

"Honored lives lived by the two of you, honored am I to welcome you who ask for entry. Be pleased to gain passage and cross the threshold, walk with fallen foe or heroes bold," the figure responded coldly.

 

The lantern lurched and Kor appeared to step aside, beckoning the two Orcs to go behind him and on down a trail cut into a stone canyon: the Ola Tiil Frautal. Kes'Izig released his teacher's arm and ran his fingers along the canyon facades; gazing with fascination at the striations made of varying monotonous greys. The trail bent and coiled like a snake, the walls expanding and contracting, with lesser spirits peeling away from view with each turn the two Orcs made on their walk.

 

Kes'izig and the Lutauman reached the end of the canyon and walked out onto a nondescript plane. In the distance, obscured silhouettes of floating cities and the faint glow of gold stretched across the opposite side of the horizon. Kes'Izig looked to the Lutauman for guidance and followed his teacher as the latter continued on towards the goldenrod fields.

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