Sacrifice

[DrunkPapaBear 1975]

"Grîsh hûl, grîsh hôn."

 

The chant of old blah echoed in Borok's mind.

 

"Kaal Akaal hôn izûbu grîsh, izûbu golm ah-nûl."

 

Words flowing with every blade that hit his form, with every wound created on his shell.

 

"Izû slai, izû mat, izû slai urkzû."

 

From darkness came whispers, soon turning to hissing voices.

 

"Already? We expected you to last a few more years."

 

Blood flowed from the redskin's neck.

 

"This shell is destroyed."

 

A mace hit him in the back of the head, ringing bells in his mind.

 

"Guess we will have to start from scratch."

 

"Ah.. ate.. latz.. sistah.."

He did not manage to finish his sentence and drowned in his own blood.

Life vanished from Ar-Borok's form for a second time.

Darkness welcomed him once more.

 

Until light returned.

A faint golden light, seen through glass.

The glass was shattered.

Liquid flowed on the cold stone, followed by flesh.

 

From the north rose a brown uruk, making his way back to the south.

 

 

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[!] The Pharaoh Atemu-Ta took a cloth and polished the bloodied mace, after having delivered a decisive blow to the skull of the uruk.

 

"Hesthor's judgment was delivered upon Al'Borok of the Isfetian Akaals. May the force of her purging strike resonate in the minds of all Isfetians, so they too may know their fate rests at the bottom of the Great River."
 

Atemu then looks towards a portrait upon the wall which his sister depicts Meret-Pa, the Ra'tuhmet's fallen Daughter of Fire, driven to suicide by the fallen Borok.
 

"Sister.." He said, staring stoically towards the portrait, "you have been avenged. Rest easy."

 

 

The Pharaoh then took the head of the fallen Akaal and placed it in the temple of Hesthor, beginning to plan on how to celebrate this occasion of purification.

Edited February 6 by Boknice275