SHAMKLAMOR

[framalam 837]

 

KRUGISTAN

 

CONVENT OF SHAMANS

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NONOBLIGATORY MUSIC

BY REX SKÂLVOR’S HAND

215 S.A

 

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PREAMBLE

 

Skâlvor has seen the taint of the Immortals upon his people long before his first shaman-meet. Now, he equally recognises the inherent distrust of the TWIGGIE-SHAMAN to be willing to come to Krug. All the same, know this:

 

The faith of Spiritualism, that is the worship of the Spirits through communion with Shamans, is UTTER HOGWAZH. We have seen time and time again, the greed of the Immortals, and that they do not value our worship anymore than they value the lack of worship.

 

The Immortals divide. Where one Shaman, who may be a worshipper of the Spirit of Disease, KINUL may worship and build shrines to his spirit, another Shaman, who may be a worshipper of the Spirit of Health, AKEZO, will look at this Shaman, and call him stupid, and misguided.

 

This cannot do. This is a divisive factor of our faith. There is no unifying code for what little faith we have other than the code of Krug, which itself has become diluted, and shifted again, and again, and again. Know that the code of Krug, which has been changed by every Rex ever, it so seems, will be codified as this under SKÂLVOR, and know that this is the code that this called Convent of Shamans should heed as KRUG’S, and thus by extension, the STARGUSH’STROH’s as a whole:

 

• TO BE HONORABLE
• TO HATE AND PURGE IBLEES
• TO LOVE AND RESPECT KRUG

 

Beyond this, I know many shaman, and any of those who have heard Skâlvor, who have read of Skâlvor’s praise to Mauloch, will call him misguided. All the same, Skâlvor will be no heretic.

Let Mauloch be discussed, and his divinity as SPIRIT-REX, as UNIFIER of KRUG and MALCH be evaluated, independently of the Rex, by this council of shamans.

 

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THE CONVENT

LET ALL SHAMANS, regardless of RACE, AFFILIATION, WORSHIP, OTHER MAGICKS, CRIMES, and STATUS, be invited to Krugistan, and granted safe passage by this hand, Skâlvor, Rex of Krugistan.

 

LET ALL SHAMANS convene within the desert’s peak, nearest to the ZPIRITS.

 

LET ALL SHAMANS engage, OBLIGATOtRILY, with the practice of consuming CACTUS GREEN, so that nearness to the Stargush’Stroh can be achieved.

 

LET ALL SHAMANS consent, to not leave the desert’s peak until A CODIFIED WILL OF THE STARGUSH’STROH is WRITTEN, TRANSCRIBED, and REPRODUCIBLE.

LET ALL SHAMANS who leave before such code is created be executed.

LET ALL SHAMANS who reject this invitation without proper reasoning be executed as apostate, and forsaker of the Stargush’STROH.

LET ALL WORSHIPPERS OF THE STARGUSH’STROH attend, to give their opinion, and knowledge, but not vote.

 

Arrive, shamans of all ilk, or know that the Horde will hunt you to the end of your days, and that to wander the Badlands will mean nothing but death.

 

SIGNED,

SKÂLVOR

REX OF KRUGISTAN,

WAGHTINKA OF THE THAUG’MAUGRIM

Spoiler

(3PM EST, Saturday, 18th of January)

 

Edited January 16, 2025 by framalam

[Islamadon 9158]

“If a single one of these Shaman-cels dare touch my precious Grub Bucket or Shrine Maidens, I will empower BRAPPAH - The Divine Wind Spirit - the KAMIKAZE - to obliterate all others.” comments a Grub Bucket shareholder.

[Apotolofo 2204]

A wayward shaman gazes upon the missive with squinted eyes. She looks up to the spiritualist across from her. ". . . I'm not going." Hera says finally, tossing the missive upon the table. 

 

@FadedMoonlight 

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

3 hours ago, framalam said:

OTHER MAGICKS

Bon'Ox raises his brow "Iziz ukee wit Voidal mojoz now or wub?" He wonders before standing up with a dad grunt & relays the message to his students.

[wytch 870]

A woman stood alone overlooking a field, staring down at the letter with a confused look. "...yeah, I'm good. I don't think that corpse of a nation is in much of a position to make demands of me." She declared with a shrug, tossing the paper aside and letting it be taken by the wind without a care.

[Vilebranch 410]

FEAR-GAWD'RAGUK hears the cries of the faithless on the divine winds, frowning deeply amid his studies in the HOLY SEE. "ZURELI THERE WILL BE ZOME WHU DU NUB ANZWUR DA KALL. MAY GAWD HAVE MERZI UPON DEM, FOR DA URUKHIM AGH KOR ZHALL NUB." The goblin shed tears and prayed, clearing his calendar to attend the summons.

[framalam 837]

6 hours ago, Islamadon said:

“If a single one of these Shaman-cels dare touch my precious Grub Bucket or Shrine Maidens, I will empower BRAPPAH - The Divine Wind Spirit - the KAMIKAZE - to obliterate all others.” comments a Grub Bucket shareholder.

To preserve the URUKIM investment in Grub Bucket, Skalvor quickly metabeams a response.

DEAR ONI,

 

SKALVOR SEE MISCOMMUNICATION ERROR. SKALVOR MEAN, ‘ANY SHAMON WHO NOT FOLLOW CODE BE KILL’. SKALVOR TAKE NOT ATTEND AS INDICATOR OF REJECT CODE. IF AZH SHAMON OF ONI-SHAMON COME, PROBABLY ENOUGH FOR SKALVOR, BECAUSE THEN ONE SHAMON SPREAD MESSAGE OF COUNCIL.

 

SAME APPLY (MAYBEE) TO STARLANDAS.

 

ZORREE,

SKALVOR

[Islamadon 9158]

11 hours ago, framalam said:

“THERE CAN BE NO APOSTASY, even if Oni do not attend. For the GRUB SPIRIT is above all, and the GRUB BUCKET is the divine temple! No mountain, no country, no puny Shaman Lodge shall dictate to the true chosen Shareholders how they shall honor the Bucket, lest they invoke BRAPPAH. Just as a monkey cannot tell an oni he is barbaric, the lodge cannot tell the shareholders they are apostates. For with every katsu fried, for every zlurpee slopped, PURANKUTON grows stronger. Fueled by endless wagyu and premium meats. It is the lodge that should make pilgrimage to the Bucket, than the Bucket who should be dragged to the lodge!” rasps honored shareholder.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

A grumble was given by the devil as he retroactively peered on the missive. Of course, he had wanted to go.

 

To belong.

 

Else.

 

And, yet, it remained that to some it didn't matter. His life had been threatened before he had even attempted to assimilate. He scrunched the old missive and tossed it into the fire.

 

What was he doing?

 

There was nowhere to be.

 

There was nothing to become.

 

A fruitless hope, and his resistance a constant, pyrrhic victory.