Zemzy_Oakheart

Finding the missive drift to the front desk she ran as renovations continued, Gummy would pause on the work as she recognized the familiar sigil she still called home.... as much turmoil as it had brought her through the unknown claims still. Setting some boards down to skitter over to the missive would not hesitate in opening the parchments' contents to read with the fervor of hope & creeping feeling she got from its contents. "Izit.. true....?" She chittered to herself in a feral-speech lost to time but her own, Gummy would sit on the floor she stood upon to read & reread the contents again. "..Have da zpiritz bring'd da prophecy tu save da Krug & ztart da cykle again....?" Many thoughts reeled through her mind as Gummy would then take out a fresh sheet of parchment from her pockets & begin to scribble away hastily; there was much to look forward to.

As the sound of the local library would have the windows washed in new installations, a certain gobliness Gummy would notice a missive delivered to her by a local crier roaming the streets. Excited to hear the news, she couldn't help but chirp to herself in a feral-speech lost to time to understand but her own. "Family haz a life-mate tu join with?? A happy tik~! Da name iz familiar, tuu.... Da medik? Bub'hozh~! Soundz like a day tu be there for~!"

Finding a copy of the missive left in her office, Gummy would settle in to her seat to read over the parchment as she set some of her belongings to the side for now for comfort. One of her crispened eyebrows raised in surprise as she hadn't expected to have made such an impact in chewing out her life-mate after the assembly & still felt a bit guilty in how she'd reacted, yet felt a sense of pride to see the words upon the parchment reaching out. "Lu'Ulbluhar, lup'Bon," Gummy chittered to no one in particular from under her breath as she sent a prayer to the spirits quietly, "Bon iz growing intu a ztronkur man than before; thiz iz a bub'hozh zekkund chanze...."

Finding one of the missives tucked away carefully in the museum's donation bin would a certain small gobliness perk up in curiosity as she withdrew the parchment to read. "...Is this a tradition Gummy has never read up on before?" She thought to herself has she chittered softly under her breath in thought, "It sounds like Krugmas for orcs, but Gummy has never witnessed anything like this before.... Maibee this is what Gummy needs to help fix the peoples' spirit....~!" With a metallic smile to the postcard below, she couldn't help but skitter off towards the aviary to begin quilling in her idea.

Skittering up to the donation box with a full arm's load of books before even reading the missive did a small gobliness pause to read the pinned parchment. As Gummy read down to the bottom, she couldn't help but wearily smile her metallic grin at the thought as she began to unload the many books she'd already planned on donating once more. Gummy would chitter to herself as she let out a soft sigh of relief with the temporary weight off her shoulders, "...Zoundz like Gummy will have tu zend a lettur then with all da wurk Gummy haz been duing lately.... Maibee thiz iz da hozh dat wuz mentiuned before tu help...."

It had been a bit of time since Gummy had seen her uncle after the last time she'd visited the forge to help him move. The amount of tension that day still weighed upon her mind as she thought about it more, but had not heard word from him about the last discussion they'd had.... "Pleez be ukee, Brunkle...." She chittered to herself as she glanced down at her pocket, a familiar cloth reminding her of the friendly face she knew had given her. Something didn't feel right within her soul about it. As she stirred from her current thoughts, the small goblin would gather up a few things before taking a long walk....

Glancing over the missive that had reached Gummy from within olden Krugmar's walls as she rifled through what little was left of the library's barren shelves had made the small goblin chitter in confusion as she read on by her self, chittering as if speaking to no one in particular. In her other hand was a copy of the Codes of Krugmar she had rediscovered amongst the debris & paired it next to the missive. "Why iz orkz worzhipping nub'zpiritz....? Why ztray frum da path tu bekome white-wazh zo much....? Iz they forzed tu follow wurdz frum da kurrent Rex'z blah? Du othurz fear them THAT much tu blindly abandun traditiun....?" Gummy chittered as she made sure to read the missive a few more times to be sure. "May da zpiritz help Gummy teach them tu remembur their rootz & find their way bakk tu Krug...."

Reading over the missive her teacher had written, the small goblin chittered with a nod as she missed the olden days of Krugmar; where her popo-Rex had disappeared to, as well as the many others she'd used to see. "Iz definitely diff'rent being zo empty.... Gummy haz peep'd da problemz begin aftur Grommazh left," She chittered to herself as she sat within the remnants of her home beneath the sanded city, munching on a bag of dead rats as a snack. "..Even when Gummy iz nub born frum da zandz, Gummy wundurz wub happened while Gummy wuz away....? Maibee popo-Klog grukk'd zumthing wuz wrong & chazed away....? Da orkz nub kare about traditiun like they uzed tu; iz all white-wazhed now.... Maibee.. They need an awakening frum those whu honor da zpiritz & teach them again." Nodding to herself & rolling up the missive, Gummy would skitter up from the remnants of Goblin Town to seek someone in the nearby forge....

As the streets of Balian seemed to grow cold with the lack of the familiar Roa's face brightening the days in the past, they now felt hollow & empty for Blume; no letter had arrived to her residence, nor had she seen anyone she recognized in so long. As much as her heart weighed upon the fond memories she once cherished of Gregorious' early days as a father-figure, his rise in power alongside her help, & the low ends of life she'd had to endured because of the man's decisions, Blume felt a maelstrom of emotions snap within her mind as she could no longer see the light Greg had once spoke of to her. "..May you find papa Petsch up there, Greg...." Blume would utter under her breath in a soft & flattened tone. "..At least you won't be around for what I plan to do.... If I meet you again someday, I only pray you save me a place in the mini-castle up in the sky for me.. . ." She sat alone upon a bench in the square for a moment with a tear running down her cheek, the seat in an uncomfortable place for her as she couldn't help but feel it was the only suitable spot anymore to glance over the streets beside a certain tree's shrine of someone she also missed dearly. Pulling out a small blood-covered stone from her pocket to look over briefly & hold it close to comfort herself, Blume would tuck the stone back into her belongings before heading out of the city; a grimace stuck to her long-forgotten smiling days....

☙ Into the Burûrz Niin-Tau ❧ (Heavy Water-Forest) [Pact to Rafyky] After falling through the darkness countless times, one would think they’d grow accustomed to the feeling after awhile, yet it always remained the same for Gummy; the unsuredness of where she’d end up, who may be around or not. As her senses reconnected with the ground as she landed, the small gobliness would crack open her eyes once more as she entered the spirit realm. First formed the ground; the dirt moist & rugged, not a road in sight. Next would bring forth the vast foliage of the jungle plants; various sized fern leaves shrouding the sight from going too far, while large redwood trees would sprout from the darkness to soar above the rest to cover the sky with a leafy canopy. Through the countless leaves would begin to trickle with a consistent supply of rain from the forest, watering all that lay below. A part of her senses felt.. Right.. In the environment; the jungle calling to her without words, yet the green bean could trust her senses that she was on the right path for what she had been looking for throughout her studies. “Feelz right, muzt be in an ohl’d part of Akezo’z realm….” Gummy chittered to herself as she picked herself up from the moist dirt & paying no mind to the mess, skittering onwards through the fern brush, more determined than ever to follow the jungle’s rhythm. Skittering on for what seemed like hours, Gummy would continue her search; the gobliness had studied over the many spirits the world had continued to function because of their hard work, & it only felt right to seek out Akezo’s wisdom of medicine. She didn’t notice at first, but she’d stopped every so often to spot patches of herbs she’d recognized in her own time of using them for healing others; Blissfoil sprouts under the lighter-colored trees, Tippensroot sprouting from a stray carcass whose features had been lost to time. As the patches of plant life grew dense in some places compared to others, & the variety of recognizable herbs sprouted forth, there were other herbs she’d never seen before; strange flora that grew as large as pumpkins like the fields back home, or as small as pebbles that covered the ground in miniature open meadows! Gummy would take note of the wonders she witnessed, but also make sure not to stay for too long as she had nearly forgotten her purpose at hand. Gummy eventually found herself skittering on hands & knees at one point to crawl under a large redwood tree root before gazing up to the clearing she’d found within the vast expanse of the jungle to reach the largest tree she’d ever seen before! Its massive redwood trunk breathed with life as the jungle canopy thinned out a bit up above to cast rays of light down upon the beautiful chaos of foliage along the ground floor she stood upon. It was as if nature had fully harmonized with itself in the large space, yet respecting its own boundaries to flourish. The small gobliness couldn’t help but admire the sight as she took it all in for a moment, beaming a toothless smile to the respect she had for the care that was taken to tend to so many plants in one space! However, the moment would be cut short as her large ears perked up upon hearing a bit of chuckling from above accompanied by a bit of mumbled humming to themself. Gummy would look around for a moment before noticing a figure swinging around the branches above as the leaves shook in smaller sections of the treeline, a baboon with a wooden staff swung idly, though she noticed it had been watching her even before she was aware, their thoughts unknown to her, but Gummy would remain alert as she stood up to call out to the unknown spirit. "Sul-sul atîg! Iz lat Akezo bûth-irzi?" (Sul-sul over there! Iz you Akezo by chance?) Gummy would call out, her chittered dialect blending with the Old Blah. The baboon noticed her call & would cackle a bit as they swung themselves down effortlessly towards the ground floor, using vines & large fern leaves to glide in places without harming the flora. Keeping their staff close with coconuts tied to the top, it was as if an extension of themselves with how natural they used it to move around. "Da lûp-ghashkrum iz… amirz arh lat?" (The question is… who are you?) The spirit replied, siming their staff down towards the small goblin as their gaze remained on Gummy. Gummy took a moment to find the right words to answer the spirit’s question, "Gummun iz Gummun; shorgh-lûb Slith-ob, Bug agh Klog. Ash-ob da tug srinkh a ugluga-ob gazog mokh." (Gummy iz Gummy; shared daughter of Slith, Bug, & Klog. Wun of da only kind left of a massacred wild home.) "Agh amat hontum-ûr Akezo, brogbûsum-izg?" (& why look for Akezo, I wonder?) The baboon smiled as he drew closer, using the staff to idly pace around her to look over her features, was he assessing her words for truth? Looking for a weak point in her approach? "Gummun brus-ghashnuga tabz bugud, naan lat brus-nar; lûtom, ghashkrum Gummun âshûrz." (Gummy haz told own name, but you have nub; pleez, anzwur Gummy furzt.) Her words chittered out much quieter than the baboon’s though she noticed as they spoke his words echoed amongst the jungle’s clearing with enough power to rustle the leaves slightly. "Kul-izg da yûl frûm Akezo-ob; kul-izg-ishi ûgh isl za fûthz paashum-ulub ghûlbugû or nar. kul-izg RAFYKY - GAZOG-ob ghûlb-sha’islz!" (I am a lesser spirit of Akezo; I am within each plant that awakens their ability to helping or not, I am RAFYKY - of WILD medicine!) Perking up to the realization of the spirit, Gummy chirped in a bit of delight to confirm her assumptions of reaching Akezo’s domain. "Gummun brus-skaat golmu Tabz-kraur az a krampûrz par az a praush-û ghûlum-ûr." (Gummy haz kome tu offur own body az a loyal vezzel tu exchange for aid.) Rafyky would cease his pacing around the small goblin as he turned to face her directly this time, raising a bushy brow of curiosity for the little one. The jungle carried whispers along the breeze as she stood firm, now keeping her own gaze upon Rafyky’s form as he thought. The clearing was calm amongst the herbs, the gentle sounds of rains trickling along the leaves nearby. "Gazog-foshân, az a lûb KRUG-ob, izg golmub lat dushz-izub az sigûrz az lat ghûlum-ul it-ishi. shulg-lat nargzab-izg, bugd-kû Rafyky." (Wild-born, as a daughter of KRUG, I will grant you my magics as long as you aid those with it. Would you need me, call ol’ Rafyky.) The baboon spirit’s gaze softened as he smiled to Gummy, leaning on his staff as if expecting a response from her. With only enough time to smile in realization of Rafyky’s words, Gummy could feel a large vine had managed to snake its way under the brush behind her & latch onto her feet before she could try to leap out of the way! Falling forwards towards the ground & yanked back by the vine at full force would leave Gummy short of breath & grasping for the ground beneath her as she was dragged BACK into the dense foliage of the rainforest. The sight of the clearing had disappeared behind numerous ferns, but the sound of Rafyky’s hollered cackling could be heard echoing through the darkness. It would be the last thing she remembered before her soul was thrust back into her body. Awakening from the spirit walk in a gasped surprise, Gummy would look around in delayed alertness to realize she was back on her bed, sweat collected on her forehead as she took a moment to settle. She felt.. lighter in emotions than she’d been over the years. Remembering the spirit’s last words returned the smile she’d had as her slayersteel teeth filled the gaps in that had been absent in the walk. Refilled with the budded determination now beginning to flourish within her small frame, she couldn’t help but feel the urge to ready a shrine in the spirit’s name. Scrambling to her feet, the gobliness would skitter in haste to gather what she needed to begin Rafyky’s work. OOC: [Lesser Immortal Spirit Rafyky under Akezo]

The Last of Ney'La the Rah'mun “I am the grim reaper, I am here to lay claim on what is mine; your soul.” The words wafted through the darkened meadow, only lit by the dim glowing light of a forgotten deer-headed shrine. They held a hauntingly blood-filled raged tone as a mysterious uruk approached her, dragging a freshly-sharpened halberd along in their wake. A pair of footsteps greeted the farfolk woman by crunching through the darkness & shrubbery as she backed up in caution, readying herself. Something felt off about the moment for Ney'La, not just a casual bandit out for a bit of blood & mina; it went primal fairly quick as she was forced to defend herself. It felt so long ago & yet such a short time that she remembered living alongside the other Rah’mun people within the orcish sands of the Horde. Making friends with the locals & witnessing a vampire brought to an end for their sloppy actions. It was almost as if it were yesterday she’d remembered being scarred by the cacti she trained with, only to be tended to by a visiting child she fell in love with over time. The times she'd helped carry bale after bale of hay to the cities to knead into bread & bake for those in need of travelling rations. Even the night she'd accompanied to a wrestling tournament in town only to lose within a few rounds was both a regret to train harder & a joy to experience with others. So many good memories, so many bad, & yet the days had gone & passed by in the blink of an eye. Somersaulting out of the way of a swing would only collide into a hefty kick to her chest, knocking the wind out of her. After dodging the relentless barrages of swings by the uruk that claimed to be Death, Ney’La was beginning to believe the claims as she struggled to catch her breath any. “By th.. The grace of Hesthor, if ah’m.. Going anywhere.. It’s gonna be t’.. HER shores....!” The uruk’s halberd flung through the air with such force with its dull side that her attempt to block the force would only seal her fate as her lungs burned for the lack of air for so long. The force made her body skid across the grass, gasping for air in her scrambled thoughts as a menacing cackle approached her crumpling frame on the ground. "You will meet the demons I call my brother, dear Ney'La." “If y’h put m’h & a dog side by side, would y’h treat m’h any diff’rent? ‘Cause all ah’ve been feelin’ has been y’h tellin’ m’h t’ ‘Come’ ev’rywhere y’h want m’h t’ go.” The words stung as Ney’La gritted her teeth, packing her own bag with the last remnants of her home with the pharaoh standing in the doorway. “R’spect goes both ways & ah’ve been tryin’ t’ give y’h what y’h d’serve ever since y’h first started this here civilization from the ground b’fore Krugmar, but there’s a DIFF’RENCE b’tween havin’ people accompany y’h places as equals & treatin’ ‘em like fodder! Ev’ry life d’serves t’ have r’spect & y’h can’t even give any t’ the person who built yer town from the ground up!” “Everything I’ve done for you - and this is how you repay me.” The pharaoh’s words were cold as Atemu-Ta held his crook in hand, as if to remind her how low on the hierarchy she was to his inflated ego had become so long ago. “...Git off yer high pedestal so y’h don’t ride it where Ra’s sun don’t shine & ah’ might share a drink with y’h later.” The words still looped in her thoughts as Ney’La’s heart broke to see someone she’d looked up to for so long turn on the opinions he forced his own hand to seek. “Ah’m already packin’ up; what else y’h want? Since y’h don’t appreciate that which stuck by yer side from the start....” She’d helped Atemu-Ta build time & time again from the ground he’d been knocked back to for so long that she saw it as opportunities to strengthen their bond to help the man, yet here she remembered after all these years how little her efforts mattered to the pharaoh as she remembered being treated like she was nothing; that she didn’t hear the praise he claimed to give her for her efforts. It was all his will of the gods, not her own hand helping. Even when it came to rescuing her own neighbors did it not exist in the pharaoh’s mind when the pair argued it out in the last of her home. Ney’La hated the idea of leaving Rah’Tuma when she’d put in so much effort to help build many shrines for him, many walls & more than one city for him, all to be washed away by the Isfetian thoughts tainting Atemu’s senses. “One more word, wretch, and I’ll take you to be consumed by Ammit in the hall of judgement for your impurity.” “DINNER IS SERVED!” rang through her ears as a firm hand grabbed at Ney'La's braid to hoist her off the ground briefly, despite her attempt to cut her own hair off in the fray. Within a flash of movement, Ney’La could feel herself body slammed into the ground by the full force of the uruk above, pulling her into a headlock as she couldn’t find the footing to catch her second wind. Between the force of the uruk & the other figure covering her face in what felt like a thousand cactus needles digging into her very soul, the sounds of the forest waned from existence for her. There were no more screams she could hear, though the internal CRUNCH of bones could be felt from her shoulders through the agony that took over her senses. Ney'La could feel the last strand of life cut from her body by a wave of force the one in front of her summoned forth, ripping what was left of her breath from her lungs burning for air before her body gave out at the same time the light of morning through the trees had been snuffed out. The world was cold at first, then.. Nothing. No light, no cold, no pain or pressure. Opening her eyes in the unknown place she would find herself along the sandy shores of a desert oasis, one she’d not seen in many years, but a comfort to see nonetheless. A familiar face she hadn’t seen in MUCH longer of time approached the sands while holding hands with a figure of light, adorning a cow head smiling softly. “M’h li’l lotus, Ney’La. Welcome home....” The woman let go of the light figure to embrace Ney’La in her arms, the pair of women taking the moment to reunite once more, “Ah’ see y’h’ve grown so much since ah’ was gone, but.. Hesthor’s told m’h so much.” “Ah’m sorry, Ma....” Ney’La mumbled as she hugged the woman tightly, “Ah’ just wanted t’ b’long somewhere after y’h disappeared…. Ah’ tried m’h best fer Atemu…. Fer Narithen.. F-fer.. Hesthor....” Glancing up to the cow-headed light figure, the deity of Hesthor herself nodded in understanding as she listened before placing a light hand upon her head, the feeling of comfort washed over her thoughts to calm her soul; there was no need to cry anymore, for Ney’La had suffered enough by life’s impurities. RIP ~ Ney’La The Desert Lotus Hand of Rah’Tuma Hesthor’s Fellahin [!] Some notes had been found at an abandoned residence, only to be distributed accordingly by a cloaked, wandering figure. The notes were private until they reached their intended destinations. Pelym: Narithen & Karuna: Atemu-Ta:

The news drifted along the streets in hushed whispers, carrying the missive to a certain pair of wooden elf eared librarian as Blume Herrlichkeit would pause a moment to find her close loyal subject through the years hand her the news through their beak. Taking a moment to read the information & process the data, she couldn't help but give a sigh of... rellief. "It's about time you'd finally ended your reign of terror over the years, but.. I'm glad to see it was likely painless.... Perhaps.. we should visit the city after all these years.... Ruled with a just hand, my ass...." Blume quietly mused at the lies that continued to be written about the man, even after all the years that had gone by & none had learned the lesson. "It may not be home anymore, but at least your threat can't hurt me...." As she tucked the parchment away in a file to sort with the rest of the library's assortment for later, Blume would gather her things, as well as a small rock to carry with for the journey ahead.

Despite somehow not havin more than 1 encounter with the Ferrymen with how cursed my luck is OOCLY, I'll admit the 1 instance I DID have left a sour taste in my mouth & felt bad for those who were also dragged into it.... I remember back in Kaethul back when the city was hopping, full of people selling goods at their stalls, people stood about the streets to converse, even enjoyed the tavern for the sold drinks. Yet when it came time to close up shop for the night by the owner of the bar's word shooing everyone out nicely, the Ferrymen rolled in to cause a rauckus both in RP & OOCLY. It was attempted to try & keep the peace to strictly only in RP, with asking the group to leave the tavern as well, but some members refused to leave from behind the counter, others ignoring players' words to simply drink for the fun of it. I can't recall how many guards were called to help the situation, but despite being pushed out, they began breaking windows to get in, so the tavern keep gave in & allowed the Ferrymen to drink inside the tavern with the gates down. This only caused more chaos as the group THEN decided to claim the tavern as their own, attempting to sell drinks under their roof & cause a mess for the owner to break down & leave at 1 point; I felt bad for the owner, but had no power to fight a group of rowdy drinkers on my own. Heck, I'm surprised none of them tried to rob me of my jewelry right then & there. I understand they just wanted to have fun & may have gotten upset if the tavern was closing up, but it also cut the fun for everyone short when none of them would listen to OOC concerns enough to try & corral the situation. I'm not sayin all Ferrymen are downright rude & rowdy, but the lack of restraint definitely doesn't paint a pretty picture for anyone to want to join in the RP experience....

Finding a missive of the wanted bounty amidst her logging travels, a certain lumberjack woman would raise a brow in confusion. "...Mary? Sounds like a failed investigation on the poster's end.... " Zemzy Oakheart would remark to herself, chuckling a bit at the thought of glancing down at her own, scarred hand. "..No surprise to me from the name though.... I wonder if she's got as bad of luck as I do being over there...." With the brief break concluded from her work, Zemzy would resume chopping logs to bring back to the market stall back home.

Nodding in agreement as she sat beside Bon to read the missive, Gummy would chitter a bit, "Yubyub, iz hozh'ur tu wurk tugethur than tu drive apart. Gummy nub been tu.. Loorin before; maibee teachur & Bon kan bring Gummy zumtik?"