Choosing Sides
Tear of Kinul
Long has it been since the Ram has called upon Kinul, spirit of Disease, pestilence, and failure. Long has it been since the Rams have failed in the same magnitude as the present. It seems that in Krothuul’Ram’s absence, the clan has gone from a lit flame ready to burn the world, to a pile of ashes left to wash away in the wind. No longer will he let the flame of his clan dwindle out and fail. The mighty Ram shaman took up his mobile cauldron and placed it in a spot he felt was very spiritual. The Ram got himself high on spiritual cactus green which allowed an easier contact with the spirits before he began his ritual to Kinul. With much success in pleasing Kinul, he created a powerful, poisonous, disease ridden hex ‘Tear of Kinul’. One that would spread and taint many trees. Without letting time slip whatsoever he took his bottled hex to the jungle where he spilt it at the base of three trees. “FREYGOTH blah’d nub tu burn any elder treez wibout makin ah zacrifize in her honur. Zhi did nub blah nubtin about zpreading disease tu dah eldur trees. Lup’Kinul.” the orc bellowed out of his smelly, gooey maw. His yellow teeth would form a devilish smile as his red eyes gazed to the dirt below to watch the hex seep its way into the soil. After a short moment the trees would begin to groan as they swayed left and right in the wind. Twigs began to snap and fall to the jungle floor. The bark of the three trees slowly began to peel as their leaves wilted away. The floor below started to turn into muck and mud. The smell of rotting plant matter filled the nose of all who travelled near. All three trees would wilt and rot from disease.