+Throqum+ [2nd][Lesser under Krathol]

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

 

 

+Throqum+
(Pact to one of Krathol’s lessers)

 

Bon’Ox sat alone in a barren landscape that stretched to the horizon, hiding under a singular large rock - his eyes & cheeks wet with tears as blood dripped down his arms, mouth full of blood.

Above him a vulture circled.

Waiting for the goblin to show himself once more.

 

For some time Bon’Ox had been a tool to KANON’s whims.Building a shrine & preaching HIS word. 

In return, the goblin had used the power that KANON granted him to further his ambitions & goals - yet he had found himself at an obstacle. No matter how many times he tried to show people the error of their ways or tried to change their mind - it rarely showed results. Often they’d return to how they were after the curse & lessons Bon’Ox tried to teach them without a care, continuing to repeat their mistakes.

For a while now, Bon’Ox had pondered over who else could help him?

The Lesser spirits under UBLULHAR, spirit of Hope & New Beginnings were too tender and kind. Trying to convince him that he just needs to continue trying and be patient.

The Lesser spirits under KESAROTH, spirit of Envy, Hatred & Jealousy instead bickered and fought among themselves who he should pact with instead of offering a solution to his problem.

And finally - The Lesser spirits under ANYHULULZ, spirit of Destruction & Internal strife told the goblin to stock up on blasting potions & will’o’bottles.

Thus Bon’Ox finally wandered his way to the realm of Krathol, spirit of Pain, Suffering & Starvation.
As soon as he took his first step in the barren wasteland where only dead trees & boulders grew out of a parched & cracked crimson colored ground - a large vulture descended upon him.
First going for his arms before then trying to rip out his tongue.
Which had led the goblin to hide under the large boulder.

While his limbs were still intact, the pain Bon’Ox felt in his arms and tongue were the same as when they got severed. Not to mention the hunger. The Necromantic curse placed upon him a few years ago seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment he spent within this realm. If he were to gain the trust & pact with a lesser spirit here, he could send a clear message. People do not make an attempt to understand or change their minds unless it’s under a threat. A threat of not a temporary haze, but one of pain & suffering. A more permanent one. A proper lesson.

To make them feel az throquûrz zaSH-IZGZ. ZAUG-GRUB ZAABR-AAPZ..

(“..hungry as we are, to eat descendant meat.”)
 

The last words came from behind Bon’Ox, under the boulder - as if someone had sounded out his thoughts out loud. The goblin would look behind him & see a small rat-cage filled to the brim with bones, a single rat within it.

The rat in the cage looked no less haunting, as if it was a skeleton wearing a rat’s skin. Yet it’s red eyes were focused on the goblin before him. It’s mouth filled with jagged sharp teeth, covered in dried blood sneered at Bon’Ox

”GOLM-IZG LAT GHûLUM-IZG KRAMP-U!”
(“I will grant you my power to do so.”)

For a moment, Bon’Ox would look down at the lesser spirit before him. He tried to speak yet gagged on the pooling blood and saliva in his mouth.
Bon’Ox  gives a singular nod to the spirit.
The Lesser of Krathol would open it’s mouth & bite into the goblins flesh, tearing off & feasting on his finger.

[OOC: Pact with one of lesser immortals under Krathol]
 

 

 

 

Edited October 6, 2024 by MrMojoMordor

[lemonke 6014]

Spoiler

You have been rping the curse so nicely! I'm glad we kidnapped you :)

amazing post by the way!!!!