The Jungle's Rebirth [Pact to Freygoth]

[DrunkPapaBear 2295]

Falling.

Falling through the cold darkness of the in-between, his soul warped and twisted.

"Should have smoked some more rex widow." He thought to himself as he fell for what seemed like an eternity.

He fell and fell, until finally the hard ground welcomed him. The shaman opened his eyes and stood up.

The vast forest of Freygoth was all around him. Trees rising to the clouds, blocking most of the sunlight from reaching the ground.

 

"Izû bugd lât, bub'hôsh Ilzgûl! Skaat hôn izûbu golm! Skaat pukhl shâ lâtz nûkhud glât!"

(We call you, great spirit! Come see our offering! Come speak with your next tool!)

The roar of the elder uruk echoed on the tall-trees, his words of the elder tongue soon answered.

 

"Gaam-urûkhim, lât mirz shâtup izûbu tau, baduzg ghaash ûgh grîsh ah izûbu drû!"

(Filthy orc, you who destroyed our forest, showed fire and blood to our trees!)

 

The trees parted, forming an arch. The shaman crossed his arms as he waited, his right foot stumping on the forest's ground rythmically.

From the arch, a towering beast showed itself. The head of a bear, crowned with antlers, and the body of bull.

 

"Amat lât skaat, shômo ah-grîsh ûgh ghaash? Fûgu izû yonk?!"

(Why have you come, shaman of blood and flame? To insult us more?!)

 

"Lâtz tau âhm shatûpûk, vikelan-dakûruz-gaam thrâkûr ghaash ah lâtz uzg. Izû golm ah ghûlb gûnash."

(Your forest is destroyed, the lesser being, filthy-vikelans, brought fire to your realm. We offer to heal it.)

 

The lesser immortal stopped in his tracks, his maw exhaling hot air towards the soul of the witch doctor. Drool dripping unto the forest's floor.

"Amat kaan lâtz laam, gûlnash? Amat kaan lât mukh lât ghaash izûbu tau ûgh bar shâ-kû?"

(Why trust your words, serpent? Why trust you when you burned our forest and our grass for decades?)

 

"Izû baduzgûr Kinûl-gôth ah gaam-matûrz ah-shâ-kû. Izû thrâkur grîsh ûgh nûl ah-lâtz bugud, grîsh-golm ah-Ilzgûlz. Lât zaug izûbu ghashan zamal lâtz-tau shâ-slai."

(We showed the power of Kinûl to the filthy mortals for a century. We offered blood and pain in your name, blood offerings to the spirits. You have our word that we will heal your forest.)

 

The spirit roared, his voice filling the forest of the spirit realm. He brought his opened maw closer to Kaal-Lûk's soul. The shaman could feel the warmth of his breath and the scent of rotten flesh from its belly.

 

"Lâtz ghashan?! Lâtz ghashan âhm snôrk! Gaam-urûkhim, tau-shatupûk! Lâtz nûrglam tug lûm-klam. Zamal izûbu tau, baduzg izûbu gôth ah-matûrz. Lât brus âsh staun. Gnâsh ûgh izû mû throqu lâtz slaiûm."

(Your word?! Your worth is worthless! Filthy orc, forest destroyer! Only your actions will speak. Heal our forest, show our power to the mortals. You have four years. Fail and we will devour your soul.)

 

The shaman dipped his head to the spirit as vines grew from the soil, rushing towards him. They twirled around his legs, chest and arms as the bull-bear grinned in amusement. The vines crushed the uruk, entered through his eyes, mouth and nose as he let out a scream covered by the plants.

The ground opened up, swallowing the uruk.

 

His soul was kicked out of the spirit realm, launched back into his mortal flesh. Kaal-Lûk gnarled as he reached to his face, where the vines had strangled him. He then looked at his armored hand as the same vines crawled out of his gauntlet and twirled around his fingers, hand and forearm.

A tusked grin appeared on his face as he stood up and prepared to fullfil the end of his bargain with the immortals

 

 

[Pact of Freygoth with one of her many nameless lessers]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Somewhere, a certain anonymous person gets the feeling some higher power just backed his prior claims about Lurak's actions regarding the forest they claim to defend. He shakes it off, as clearly it didn't stop them from winning the war.