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Rekindling a bloods ire


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"up tu yuu."

    

    Those were the last words Wilhelm had managed to fully hear as the chains were strapped onto him, his words attempting to exit his mouth but arriving as murmurs as he tried to ask what they were for while the clergy hall started to revolve him as the devoured drugs kicked in fully. The carved busts of the gods encircling the duo of dwarves twisted and contorted, merging with their symbols for each one while the room became dark. Wilhelm soon found himself still in a clergy hall but not the one he was in moments ago, this one run down and dark as spiderwebs strung across the pillars. His mind took a moment to adjust until he turned and realized where he was, Kal'ervaal's clergy hall, right in front of the shrine to Dungrimm. The flames behind the mask's eye slits were snuffed and lifeless. Wilhelm looked around in curiosity, the cold dark chill of the abandoned hall smothering as a ghastly blue flame emerged from behind the mask's eye slits. All too familiar memories of the last time such a flame appeared before him flooded his mind with worry and doubt. 

    

    As his mind was still trying to comprehend the unholy flame before him he felt something In the darkness behind him, he felt a set of eerily and relentlessly staring eyes, whipping his head around with the clanking of his beard rings. Nothing answered, and not even Ulfar was with him. Again the feeling of eyes behind him caused him to turn back slowly and stare once more into the blue flames behind the massive mask. No words were uttered as Wilhelm felt his body pierced by the stares from the shrine. His mind began to race and leap as to why while he put his back to the shrine, not wanting to stare at the blue flame any longer. Upon pivoting, he found himself face to face with Irehearts. Every. Single. One. Both dead and alive as the clergy hall was full to the brim with his kin and predecessors, who all just stared. They were not there before, yet no matter what corner he turned to look at and avoid their eye, he just found more and more as he felt the continuously growing number of them on him. The silence of his kin was deafening as the unchanging ticking of his mechanical legs filled the room and his head with annoyance, confusion and worry. Was he being judged? Was this what the test was? What opinions lay behind all those looks? The questions began to pile up and overwhelm Wilhelms mind as he stood there frozen in paralyzed worry for his past that was conceivably being judged. Those he had killed in the name of 'honour.' before he just left the clan altogether to pursue a path that wasn't for him.

    

    The speechlessness of those around remained as he stood there with those dreadful blue flames behind him. Each passing moment of all of these eyes on him but no words being spoken began to make him breathe more heavily, his hands starting to tremble as each tick of his legs seemed to get faster with each passing moment. His blood began to burn both figuratively and literally as he gradually reached for the dagger on his belt, All while those unnatural flames' stare burned into his back and induced a searing pain. The eyes of kin that should not stand on him. Those that should exist having a lavish time in the exalted halls of Khaz’a’dentrumm and others who should still be in Almaris, where he was just moments ago. It didn't feel right, the abnormal feeling of the eyes of the dead right on him as he simply stared right back in dread. This couldn't go on, those that had been killed must perish again and head back to the halls. At that moment Wilhelm drew his dagger and rushed forth in a snap of rage, starting to butcher his kin with his dagger as if it was a hot knife through butter. Each cut dug deep as groups of Irehearts dropped to the floor, but that dastardly stare remained as they lay there with eyes still wide open and following. no blood was spilled, no guts were visible but yet he cut into them, the wounds cut as if they were slices of cake and all one solid object instead of living and breathing kin. No matter how many he felled of those who should already be dead the stares didn't seem to get any less plentiful. It was there Wilhelm stood, in the middle of all this with so many of his kin laying there. The pressure of their stares remained, including those who lay on the ground. 

    

"WHY DO YE STILL STARE?" he cried out at his kin, both fallen and still standing, his knuckles white from how hard his dagger was gripped in his hand. . . Silence remained, no jaws apart from Wilhelm's own moving as he spoke with anger and fear together. "Why do ye still..." he questioned again, his words shifting to something more jumbled and filled with sorrow as he fell silent once again to stare at what he had done. The dagger he held in hand plunged to the stone floor with a clatter while he gradually craned his neck to look around. Unending existed the stares as he stood there in the middle of the hall, surrounded by those he didn't deserve to be surrounded by and those he didn't wish to see. Out of nowhere a voice, then another, then more as Wilhelm rapidly looked to find out who was speaking, yet no mouths moved still. The voices were jumbled yet they were there still heard, and they were so loud, almost roaring as he tried to pick out one voice, any voice and listen to an answer as to why they stared so. Listening closer he tried to bypass the sea of voices to make something clear. his gaze looking around the room until he froze, at a bit of a shock as he had slowly spun around while trying to think. The clatter in his mind fell noiseless as he stared at someone he didn't think he would ever see again. A dwarf lost to the realms who simply stood there and stared like the rest, but he seemed to react. watching curiously for wilhelms next move. Was that dwarf always there? he could have sworn he came from that direction and would have had to pass right past them. 

    

"Ye done? Dey still stare because its nae dem yer angah is supposed to be taken out on" 

 

"Durgar? but... ye died. 'ow?" Wilhelm began to rant, asking question after question as to why he was seeing the long-dead dwarf but was cut off.

 

"Yer too jumpeh Wil'elm... Take a moment an shut it. Look around ye, yer own kin lay dead at yer feet. Once again ye give up an try to avoid da truth. Yer an ire'eart, an ye always will beh a descendant o Yavok."

 

"But dey jus bandit random people on da side o da road. Where's da honor in dat?" 

 

"Da clan es nae wot et once wus, ets true da innocen' blood wus spelt, but yehr ah slave tu tradition ef ye fink jus cuz ye 'av green en yer blood da' yeh 'av tae make d'eir mestakes."

 

Wilhelm fell silent, his lone eye falling to the floor as he sighed and thought of a counterpoint to durgar

 

"ye gave up on da clan, slapped yer issues onto meh an den left. weh couldn't even fix our own relationship as kin due to da inferi. needed to take care o dat first aye? now deyre gone. Yeh stel 'av et ensoide ov yeh tae show d'em ah bettah way, whethah ye love dem as famileh o' 'ate dem ahs enemies. Though ef yeh ask meh, hate wel onleh drag ye down. Stahnd tall, Will'elm, ye'v stell got ah foight tae win, yehr journeh esn't ovah yet." 

 

too stunned to speak Wilhelm merely stood there, his eye moving behind him to the clan that surrounded him, some still on the ground. silence filled the room once again as he turned back to go and hug hug Durgar, but he could only watch as they were engulfed in lighting and fell to dust on the ground. The voices that he heard earlier had fallen silent as his mind was given something to focus on. Perhaps he wasn't hearing his kin; it was just his cluttered mind. Either way the only thing heard in the halls once again was the idle ticking of his mechanical legs as he moved over to the dust to scoop it up in his hands as the rest of the Irehearts watched. setting the dust before the shrine of Dungrimm, the supernatural blue flame shifted back to how he remembered it, a warm orange as the burning feeling that enveloped him faded to something more pleasant. The heat from the shrine resonated and with a simple blink, he found himself on the ground groggy, the eyes of Yemekars shrine in the Kal'darakaan hall of the gods staring directly at him.    


 

 

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