[PK] The Living Maw

[VolcanicGoat 299]

 

 

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T ʜ ᴇ   L ɪ ᴠ ɪ ɴ ɢ   M ᴀ ᴡ

“ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ ɪ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ.”

 

 𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

L ᴇ ᴛ   ɪ ᴛ   ʙ ᴇ   K ɴ ᴏ ᴡ ɴ :

Irza’tur, the Black Maw of Velkuzat, the Blade That Spoke, the Demon Who Remembered, has fallen.

 

He did not die a man. He did not die a monster.

He died a weapon, shattered in the act of striking.

Devotion etched into every bone.

Madness carved into every thought.

A soul wrapped in chain and fire, offered long ago to the great Devourer.

 

He was no puppet. He was no lost thing.

He chose the flame. He bled for it. He built his legend on the ruins of others.

A bringer of fear. A sermon in steel. A vessel for the voice of Hunger itself.

 

 ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ.

 

In the shadow of Dragomir,

the Norn whose will stood like a mountain, Irza’tur met his end.

 

Not with mercy.            𐫰            Not with regret.

But with fire on his breath and blood on his teeth.

He did not kneel.           𐫰           He did not yield.

 

 

 

He laughed as his flesh broke. He grinned as his bones gave way.

His final breath was a curse, a vow, a prayer.

A promise that even in death, the Hunger remains.

 

“ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.”

 

Let cowards call him evil.     Let the weak call him lost.

We who know;                   𐫰                   We remember;

He was wrath. He was belief. He was flame given form.

 

ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ.

 

 𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰

 

ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ. 

 

Deepest thanks to my friend @Pallodium for the formatting, you're the best!
And of course, thank you for the wonderful duel! @M1919

 

 

[Mallow 243]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Cryothane 809]

Wicked, wicked PK post.

[TofuGomi 362]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Mamimiux 217]

A cloaked woman knelt before a shrine, pulling the hood back to reveal dark brown hair and sunken gray eyes. "So a warrior of our blessed lord perishes. Now to be reborn to pits of glorious flame and holy screams of agony... He will continue to serve, far beyond this simple plane..." She bowed her head a moment, praying silently to herself. Leaning forth, she blew out a candle, and all light faded in the room, leaving it pitch black...

[PrimnyaQuorum 4000]

A thing ponders the news from its chambers, its isolation. A throne gone - not truly, but so sundered unto the Hells surround that it will never return.

 

There are no banners raised, no black cloth donned, no flags lowered in solemn mourning. The Hand does not awaken with cries of vengeance, nor tears for the fallen.

 

It celebrates the liberation of the strong, and the subjugation of the weak. It revels in the Truth - this was True, this deed was True, and the World echoed with it. Whom could feel sadness, when a side fell in War? Certainly not it's walking vessel.

 

Still, that hulking brute's absence would be felt in weakened frontlines. It begins to stir from its slumber, and reach outward.

 

Ashes and Cinders rain into the sky, in fixed points of the world. 

[MysticalWeasel 910]

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“Hunger hath led you, and so too shall it lead me”

 

‡

 

In a moment of reverence for their gluttonous knight. Did a once-king feast upon the remains of them. To grant honor and dignity, for to be of hunger is to be undone by hunger. A most sacred act, one that this worm knew would bring some modicum to joy to his comrade. Feasting upon this husked remains, faint glimpse of sadness struck him. Black tears as thick as tar and as fluid as water poured out. Salting the earth from whence he kneeled.

Crunches and snaps, in an act of both sadness and embrace, was the remnants consumed. Armor cracked open like crab shells. Seeking to honor every last bit of their comrade daring not a single bit to go to waste, such was the way Irza'tur lived life. And so how he shall be treated in death. A sickening pit growing in the prince. One not born of over eating but of woe. A lasting pain that would not fade with time.

 

 

 

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I must say, Volcanic are were inseparable. For a long time he was the shield to my sword as we roamed and plotted. Am very happy with the conclusion to their chapter together and was made all the better for the person Volcanic is. Made every moment enjoyable and made people see the CA was not just a CRP machine as people grew attached to the character Volcanic played. Made me happy and proud to be able to call him companion on the travel that my character is still on. Though he may be done with the character, he will live on! 

TY buddy for always being there and being the greatest kozun the world has ever seen.  

 

[don dada 579]

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“

 

Mighty is the bar to be moved away

for the entering in of all.

 

Shower thy wealth,

or men shall wish thee

every ill in thy limbs.

 

- the Hávamál

 

"It is done?" The foul vocal of

F̶͉͎̩͇͕̱͒̈́ë̶͈̺́a̷̽̊̉́̍͜͠r̶̼͓͍͙̗̿͗̃͛̆͒ manifest crept to open ears.

 

"It is. Our Drengr saw it through."

Ysgramor bid, without folly, nor care.

Something small were thrown their way.

 

Catching it under the folds of

blackened veins, a hiss echoes,

and the veil turns to spangenhelm.

 

"So. Do we have a deal?"

 

A dry, jagged laugh, like rusted

bells and splintered bones tumbling

down a well. Ĭ̸͍̈́̀͌t̴͙̬͛́ smiles.

 

Edited April 11, 2025 by westside