Pact of Lightning

[Evonpire 1849]

A Meeting.

 

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(Midjourney)

 

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The Uruk stood, amongst his peers as he ventured into the Spirit Realm chantings of Old-Blah resonated through the goi, a call to the Great Elemental of Storms, Neizdark, in search of a pact. The Kukaal ahm-Ram knew he would not find the Greater, nor would he ever have a chance with such a being. Thus, he abandoned the thought, and instead, he sought a lesser of the being, still significant in their power, to make a deal.

 

And so through Kybal’s cries of faith, he and his brethren fell into an all-engulfing darkness as the fell through to the Spirit Realm. The Farseer attempted to remain calm, of course, all of this had been routine for him, this being far from his first breach into the Spirit-Realm. Yet, an intense sense of unremovable unease sat on the Gray Uruk’s head like a curse, doubting himself. But, he must progress, for the blood demands action and abhors stagnancy.

 

The Group fell, finding themselves on an isolated island within the realm of Neizdark, sea-spouts, powerful hurricanes, and storms, all surrounded this isle. The Farseer himself struggled to stand, leading his Urukim to traverse the island to find the lesser that the Farseer had sought. While they crawled and made feeble attempts to stand, the ever-changing nature of the spirit realm was brought to the forefront of all minds. As the terrain shifted, the group found themselves face-to-face with Zgur'thurk-al, lesser of Neizdark, the Spirit of Lightning Bolt, the Fury of the Skies.

 

“Gaz Uruk-hai, la brusug u izubu bûsh, amat?” Croaked the Ilzgul, appearing as a disfigured Uruk, of ebon-bluish skin, their very veins crackling with lightning. Where its legs should be was an ever-turning hurricane of the same hue as their skin. “U nargzb-hon praush ob narish-sakrum.” Kybal, mustering the strength to stand in front of the Spirit. Zgur'thurk-al replied, laughing, as a bolt of Lightning struck the Kukaal- But, yet, he still stood, another bolt struck.  “Kul-izg durbûrz a-frûm, Ilzgul, Zgurgoth. Tugl-uk nargzab-lat” Continued the Kukaal, making the offer to the Ilzgul again, briefly. It’d be blatant that this is no ordinary lightning but merely a test of the Shaman’s will. “Za lat brus-baduzg-ug. Lat brus-ug ghaampronk narmok-ug. Draagh-izubu hiil-ug” They surrendered, citing their terms. 

 

And with that, the Shaman nodded, and the pact was sealed.

 

Spoiler

Pact with Neizdark/Lesser of Neizdark

 

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