The weakest link

[Blawharag 277]

Blawharag found himself once again envisioning Krug, this time however, he was strong.

Many days and nights Blawharag had spent wandering the sands of the distant desert, seeking strength. He searched and searched, knowing what he sought but never knowing if it was still there. Never daring to hope that it was still there. No matter how much he searched, he never found his strength. Until one day that is. One day when the sun beat down extra hot, when the frustration of his weakness had come to a boiling point, and when fiery rage burned in his gullet. Blawharag let out a terrible roar that day. A roar that was spoken not only in the plane of the elements, but in the plane of the Immortal Spirits as well, and the Ancestors. It echoed, testifying to the mighty rage Blawharag had built inside himself. Defeated, and having roared away his frustration, Blawharag slumped into meditation. Silent was the desert until Blawharag's roar was finally answered. Blawharag opened his eyes to see before him the strength he had been seeking all along. So it had began, but not ended. Everyday brought more strength. Blawharag was finding it everyday, Marg'thuk had said "Vadokan mat nalt. Baj bosnauk ok shoful." Now, finally, Blawharag had learned the lesson.

Now, finally, Blawharag could stand before this vision of Krug and not lose himself to fear. His weakness did not drag him down. Finally he was worthy serve Krug as Krug commanded.

"Dobat nar goth. Tug mundas mabrotnog. Fukisham nar ragur. Fukisham lutaum gith gora. Dobat nar lutaum gora. Dobat nar goth."

It was Krug's decree. His sacred word that would change everything. But Blawharag did not know what to do. He awoke from the dream, sweating and shaking. He found he was unable to return to sleep, so instead he took to meditating. Slowly he questioned ancestors, seeking guidance that might lead him towards the answer of pleasing Krug...

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.