Pact of Pain (Lessor of Krathol)

[Wizzar 479]

Meeting with Tiimûrnûl

 

     The Doktur’s soul drifted from his body, everything went black as it traversed planes. Before his new reality set in, a throbbing sensation crept into his mind. Burning, itching, cramping, gnawing, every faucet of pain cycled through his entirety, growing and growing in intensity. When it felt as if the hobgoblin could take no more, the wretched realm appeared to him. His temporary physical form laid on its back, his vision blurry as his eyes fluttered open. 

 

     Thwack, thwack, thwack... sharp objects ravaged his form. His eye, his neck, his torso, and his feet burned with pain as his flesh was torn, his crimson fluids flowing down his sides. When the Doktur finally was able to see clearly, he saw those hideous vultures that fed on him, he raised his clawed hands, waving them away. 

 

     Slowly he rose, coughing up dirt and bile as he assessed his surroundings. He stood on an open plain, corpses of faceless descendants littered the ground, hundreds if not thousands of vultures making a meal of the slaughter. Between those bodies, a path revealed itself to the Doktur who limped forward, his body still bleeding, pain enveloping his entirety. It was not for a few minutes until the hulking creature revealed itself before him at the end of the path.

 

     The figure was enormous, at least 10 ologs large, its head was that of a raven, its body was that of a rotting uruk, wings on its back that were tattered and bleeding. It tossed corpses in the air, throwing them down its beak, crunching their bones with terrifying pops and cracks. Before the Doktur could speak a word, the creature swept forward, lunging at him with its wicked talons, raising the hobgoblin into the air before him. 

 

“Mirz skaat-ik nûl!” it screeches, the decibels piercing the hobgoblins ears, blood dripping from his head. 

 

“Budg-izg Bumba ov Akaal, ghûlum-izg urukim” the shaman manages between heavy breaths “Gaakh-izg fiith-nûl, Gaakh-izg gor-nûl. Bagd-latz shum-azh?” 

 

“Tiimûrnûl, thrak-nûl, lata-izg blah agh latz brus-gothûrz” it replies, offering the agonizing pact before tossing that hobgoblin into the air snapping its beak onto his form.

 

 

The Doktur screamed in pain as he was devoured and chewed by the lesser spirit. After a few moments, his soul returned to his form, the memory of that terrible pain etched into his core. 

[Mannamannaa 1626]

Spoiler

I am delighted to see another lesser spirit created and with such wonderful details too! Rest assured Tiimûrnûl will be entered into the Compendium tomorrow. =)