Uluamirzgai.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2066]

You enter a realm in which secrets are crystalized like raindrops within a ceaseless  flood, touching or dipping your head into one would have its secrets burned into your mind, and distract from whatever original purpose you had..

 

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Five met in the quiet hours. The blind, whose gaze peered far into the gloom. The witless, whose machinations never ceased. The burnt, whose quest for power drove him to Kor's grasp. The amber, whose desire for control leads only to despair. Finally, the guileless, who had much to learn and little time to do so. They spoke of betrayal, of the ancient Uluamirzgai. An eminent gate to be moved, and the legions of immortals that waited beyond.

The witless mind ever churning departed to seek rest for the calamity to come. The blind departed. Afraid to expose his soul, turning instead to an artifact reclaimed in his name. The burnt, the amber, and the guileless remained. Ichor was given to flame, souls cast into a miasma of mana and might. Plummeting into a realm of pale stone. Where knowledge was best kept beneath silent earth and drunk from wells of crystal water.



The search leads them within a weaving world, ever-shifting skies coil like great ivy vines to bark. To stand before a being of primordial energy. Its burning eye cast judgement down upon the mortals. Mocking them with coy responses. Dancing around questions, giving only half-truths. Until its ire grew, lashing out at the realm. Bringing down pillars of stone. Forcing the shamans to eject from the primal realm. Leaving them with four words. 

The Throne Is Mine.
 

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Short story about...Rp the other night. Looking forward to more adventures with the shaman gang..if you know you know. 

 

[DrunkPapaBear 1975]

Izû hôn lât. Izû skaat ah-lât. Bhûl izûbu kaal.

 

The burnt muttered as he woke up from the walk. A cackle soon escaping his maw for all to hear, in the halls of San’Velku.