AN AGONIZING PACT (LESSER OF KRATHOL)

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TIIMÛRNÛL, THE SHEPHERD OF KRATHOL'S ENLIGHTENMENT

 

 

 

As the fledgling shaman stepped into the plane of spirits, he returned to the realm Ghuun showed him. Many lashings upon the back of Drus's body, as with Bumba before him, were felt upon his body. It’s as if every nerve ending was pulled liberally, as if every inch of his skin was being burnt, and as if his eyes were being poked and prodded with needles.

 

Before him was the same group of vultures feasting upon carrion. They turned to him awaiting their next meal and ready to strike. Remembering his mentor's words, he began to struggle until he stood defiantly against the immense pain being inflicted upon him.

 

Once again the enormous being stood amongst the flock. It looked just as it did before and equally as horrific. Its head was that of a raven and its body was a decaying, rotting urukhim. It waved the feasting birds away before standing directly in front of Drus, peering down upon it.

 

“Zatal lat skaat-ik-izish?” The being spoke in deafening volumes, enough to cause Drus’ ears to bleed. 

 

“Akh, bubhosh ilzgul. Brus-izg bârzuga lat krampum.” Drus replied reeling his head backward in pain before he spoke again, “Brus-izg kramp-ghurn? 

 

“Bubhosh. Latug krai-shum nul. Kul-izg Tiimûrnûl agh kul-izg lat goth. Srinksha, matûrz?” It asked.

 

“Akh, bubhosh ash. Nul-izub kul-shuum.” Drus answered, submitting himself to the shepherd of great pain. 

 

Soon after the flock of vultures rushed toward Drus, ready to peck at his flesh. Before they reached him, he awoke. 

 

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