THE PRICE OF BALANCE

[ThatDutchFellow 1054]

THE PRICE OF BALANCE

 

The Jungle weeps. 

 

The Flames of the restless machine of destruction chugs forth, hellbent on its quest to take down the realm of Freygoth, Spirit of Nature. This conquest is led by none other than the honorable Rex, Skaatchnak’Izig. The Rex's intentions lay purely with the urukim, with the line of Krug… but not everyone sides with this honorable goal. There are those standing with Freygoth, wishing to work against the quest the Rex has set the Urukim on. Among those stands the wise honorary Fiil’Yar. However, as sides are picked, and moves are played by both, there is a in between… a Gray area- a force of Balance.

 

Hidden away within his own home, sits the Elder Motsham Al-Uk’Lur. Sitting under the heavy influence of a particularly strong batch of cactus green, he guides his soul in meditation. The entire room is quiet, apart from the Motsham's steady breath. Still, voices protrude from out the realm where the Immortals reside.

 

“Burzash tala uk”

[“Balance over all else”]

The voice starts slow. Once the Motsham grasps the connection, it quickly increases in volume.

 

“Matum agh slaium, the burzash zaug- gund-”
[“Death or Life, The Balance must stand”]

The voice now shouts. It roars out through the Motsham's mind.

 

“Nau nar kafsog, sigûrz burzash gund-”

[“The End matters not, As long as the Balance stands”]

The voice instructs the Motsham, demanding he do "what needs to be done" to assure the restoration of the balance… 

 

As much Death as there is Life, as Much Fire as there is Growth. Al-Uk now knows what needs be done, whether Freygoth falls or not, whether the Flames be extinguished or not… As long as in the end, all is equal, and all stands in Balance.