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DISCOVERY OF GLARZDAN, LESSER SPIRIT '*~-.,¸¸.-~·*'¨¯ OF ¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~*' AZTRAN, SPIRIT OF THE SUN, THE STARS AND THE ETHEREAL ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "BRING THE KAZOO LOVER AGAIN. SHE IS... FUN." ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ Of all the unnatural pairings in this world, none seem to come close to the duo that went on a spirit walk late one evening. A trio of bards, one with shamanistic tendencies, arrived at the Amethyst Amphitheater in Kaethul at the behest of the Shaman-Bard. The purpose of this meeting was to make a connection with a lesser spirit of Aztran, and establish a burgeoning pact between the Shaman and the Lesser. A combination of rare pharmaceuticals was consumed, and a series of chants were called outward. With the party's pleas heard by the Lesser, they approached the Spirit Realm and entered the trance of the Spirit Walk. The duo left their bodies in gentle repose as the third member watched, for he held a fear of the unknown. Upon reaching that transcended state the duo walked into a plane of clouds, sunlight and hard light. They walked upon a great bridge crafted entirely of walkable light, confused and unsure of where they had ended up. Guided only by their understanding of needing to find the Lesser of this realm, they trudged forward. ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "ARE THERE ANY GIANT KAZOOS?" ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ Wandering for what felt like hours, perhaps days, the pair stumbled upon an invisible building. Bumping their heads into the door to this great tower, the building took on a new look. Opalescent, like that of a building made entirely of oil spilt over a mirror. The duo watched in awe at this great building, and the non-shaman of the two opened the two gargantuan doors. Upon entering... what a sight! A room made entirely out of glass and clear materials. A physics defying place, where the darkest corners would instead be filled with the brightest of lights. It was breathtaking. "What... what is this...?" asked one of the two. ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "THIS IS EVERYTHING." ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ A booming, crystal clear voice called through the building's great hall. Shaking the surrounding fixtures and touching the hearts of the present travelers. The being was of great size, with a body forged entirely of stagnant light that took the appearance of glass. His face was that of a solar flare, a torrent of light that was divine in its perfection. He was beautiful. He introduced himself as Glarzdan, the Chieflight of this realm. They knew they had found the lesser spirit of Aztran that they had been searching for. And upon finding him, one of the duo made a shockingly good impression on the Chieflight. The Shaman, however, was on a mission to earn a pact from this Lesser. And so it was forged. ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "YOU MUST FIRST BUILD A SHRINE TO AZTRAN." ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ The instructions were clear. Crystal clear. The Shaman had to construct a shrine dedicated to Aztran and then he would begin the process of forging a pact. This was no easy, nor menial task, but it could be done. Excitedly, after concluding their Spirit Walk, the shaman began the construction of this shrine to Aztran in a secret location. The totem would show that of an eight-pointed star nestled in the clutches of a draconic claw. Symbolizing both Aztran and Glarzdan. With this pact forged, with the shrine completed, with the totem standing tall, the Bard-Shaman had declared his success. He sought out potential Champions who would uphold the light of Aztran through Glarzdan... and so it shall be. ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "IF DARKNESS IS NOTHING... LIGHT IS EVERYTHING." ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ OOC Note: Thank you to @ShinyB and @PestyWarlock for staying up super late and helping me do this. Means the world!
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A Promise to Akezo 20th of Sun's Smile, SA 167 These pages strongly smell of cactus green with a faint hint of sage and nutmeg. Today was a pretty important day for me, as I finally got to meet another great spirit: Akezo, the immortal spirit of healing and vitality. I always wanted to meet him, as I always tended to her shrine in the old Krugmar, and prayed to him many times in my medical career. Hera, my current teacher in the shamanic art of Farseeing, brought me in her realm through a spiritwalk, though it was a bit different than what I usually experienced from my more frequent spirit walks through the Stargush'stroh; The smoke that Hera conjured was warmer, and way calmer than the dead cold cyan mist I'm used to, and instead of being pulled down or feeling as if falling, i felt a pulling upwards. It was very refreshing, as I always wandered what it would feel like to fly, or levitate. I Woke up in a huge hall, surrounded by quartz pillars and marble arches above them. It was pretty dark, but fortunately the place seemed filled with a faint blue light, letting me see a throne at the end of the hall. Sat on the throne I finally saw her: a huge winged serppent with shiny diamond scales, her eyes pierced the darkness with their icy blue shim, and it was like they were looking through my very soul. Akezo firstly thought Hera brought there just another soul in need of purging, but i tried to erase her doubt by reeting her in Old Blah with: "Lup Akezo, za kulat zrii trafat lat". I studied it for a few years, but it wasn't easy to remember all the words, especially when time was not in my favour. She seemed to have liked it, and so we both started speaking in Old Blah (at least I did some good practice with a native speaker). She told me not many uruks came to his realm, but a lot of desendants did just to get rid of their curses: a shame I thought, our land has always been inflicted with great wounds, but there are not many that have the will or kindness to heal them, instead of making them deeper. She then asked me if I was to pact with her, and I accepted. She asked me who I was, what I wanted from her and what I was willing to give. I waanted the power to heal my people of every harm that could come to them, and in truth, I was willing to give everything for that chance but that would not be a wise answer to give to any spirit, so as an equivalent exange, I offered my worship, my medical skill at the service of others and, in the future, to be the teacher of many other medics to come. Then I woke up, with the command from Akezo to build a shrine for her, and a renewed hope that our horde would be more safe, thanks to her power. Lup Akezo!
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ROSTAUK, SPIRIT OF THE CLOUDS Prauta'Lur, blessed prophet of Rostauk, proclaims the dedication of a new shrine to her sacred ilzgul. Rostauk, I have served as the conduit of your will on the mortal plane for over a century. May your clouds blot out the sun over Aevos once again. I pledge my will, my word, and my deeds to your mighty name. The blood and flesh of the enemies of Krug's children will be yours to feast upon in the realm of the spirits. (( Documenting my existing T5 air animism pact - I built a new shrine to this spirit and will be using this post to document its progression. ))
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A damp endless swamp filled with a light mist is what I've awaken into. The spirit walk was successful and my teacher has brought me to the spirit world. Years ago I had visited this place as a faithful believer, now I walk upon a more spiritual path. As we waited for someone to appear, a loud croak was heard from the treetops, 'twas a Toalak! The beast spoke in the tongue of the spirits, it wanted to carry me so that I may meet its master. As I carefully mounted the beast's back, my teacher said: "Go forth, and I'll be with you in a moment". I nodded at my teacher's words and so the beast began leaping away into the swamp. After a short while we arrived at the base of an enormous pyramid. As I mounted off the beast's back, I thanked it in the tongue of the spirits and made my way atop the pyramid. There they sat, even more toalaks by the sides and in the center it was him; Laklul. "Come forth Breasal Nimblefoot!" Laklul spoke before me, as I made my way to present myself, I kneeled before him. "Your faithful believer has arrived Great Laklul" I said with respect. "I am aware, thus I sent one of my own to bring you to me. Speak, why have you come to me?" He asked with a loud deep voice. "Years ago you gave me a task, to expand your realm and your kin's population, I have done both" "Now I seek to make a deal with you, if you think I am worthy enough" I said to him with feelings of fear, respect and honor in my heart. Laklul laughed with joy, I could tell by the sound. "Then a pact you seek before me? Indeed you are worthy and so it shall be" He said as he extended his finger. "Rise and shake my finger to seal the pact" And so I did, and with that it was all done, as the mist became thicker my teacher and I awakened. LUP'LAKLUL!
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Darkness… It is what all shamans, from elder to greenhorn… from centuries to their first step. When traversing the realms of the spirits it is what holds us in the ever falling expenses. Most find fear as their sense of self falls through the depths of the world to traverse in lands so few dream of comprehension, yet others find comfort in a strange way. The ever feeling of freedom, of worries washed away…… As Gusiam had once more traversed the spirit realms, he had one goal in mind. To seek out a new lesser to pact with in the realm of Luara. Yet his destination was adrift, he was curious of who he would encounter in such a way. Would it be a normal lesser? Of what moon do they serve? These questions raised his mind as he could only feel the fall.. And fall, which was…. Strange? He felt like falling more than usual, so he took a moment. The normally closed eyes of the shaman would peer open to see before him a lush night sky, a sky normally filled of stars that ever grew for miles on end. Yet all that fell short as the dividing cloud has split the vale between beauty and devastation. It felt too much like a vision, for as the clouds engulfed him, he felt the ground. Slow, but nonetheless there was only a singular thing as Gusiam looked up still, nowhere near the veil of clouds and on what felt like sand. He saw before him a beautiful eclipse. However as he stared for a moment, the overwhelming feeling of one looking back was almost choking at the lungs.. “It has been a long time since one entered my domain… how… Peculiar.” A voice echoed and etched itself to the back of Gusiams mind, immediately springing himself up from the soft, moonlight sand upon the ground he laid on. But he did not have time to gather such thoughts as those amber eyes looked to his left, his right. Yet all he could perceive was shadow. What rare trees or foliage a distance away was merely shadowed by what was before. Lively, but lacked color. “Where-”Is all the lone shaman could offer, yet the moment he looked anywhere from up. He would only feel the looming feeling of being watched approach more and more rapidly. Gusiam, who was usually very calm within the realm seemed almost confused as such feeling was unnerving to anyone. Yet that voice continued its speech in the ancient tongue of old blah. With each word that was ushered Gus had paused, it was a spirit he knew not their temper. So he could only gaze upwards. If only for a few moments. “You, a child born in Luara’s image. You look not of the others I've seen. Yet, your soul harbors a goal… A goal I too seek. A goal that few wish to ever act in the name of the moon…To you, little shaman. I offer my power, but such power comes with a price.” “To who do I speak of, who watches me and offers a price for power. Who claims I am worthy to bear such an opportunity for your offer.” Gusiam said, his tone and breathing stabilized oh so slowly as he could feel the air thicken from the pressure that the spirit radiated from their forms. Suddenly, The ker’s eyes slowly widened as he saw the spectacle before him. As the deafening cry of cracked stone seemed to form as the strange eclipse bored a red outline from its gentle white and yellow gaze. As one could see the cracks forming along what was the planet that shields the moon from the sunny background. Yet the light too followed and cracked. Splitting into what stoney tendrils that made their way right down to just a few feet. Before him. It was quick, and the touchdown of the stone meeting earth caused such grounds to rumble. Yet winds blowing in such high speeds that it even pushed the Shaman back a few feet. Causing a trail that expanded at least ten feet back. Gus used his arms to shield at his face. Yet upon the air becoming tighter he could also feel the oddest sensations of immense heat and chilling cold that followed soon after. That was when Gusiam moved his arms from his face... and before him was what he did not imagine to see so close to him. (Credit to wolf-minori) Before him was a Direwolf, yet almost looked twice or three times its size, bearing horns carved with runes along the wraps of them that even offered a soft heat when stared at for too long.. And along the back of its otherwise midnight cloak, were an array of sun-amber like designs. Sporting itself a pair of wings that could compete with any winged screamer, the dreaded old giant crows of Arcas. Donning the head of the creature were a pair of sun yellow eyes that at times shifted from such to a fiery red or a chilling white along its Iris with every blink. And only the spirits know the markings beared along the face of it. “I bear many names lost to the world of time, The Eclipse, The last member of the Council of Moons, The shadow of Luara, The guardian of her children within the dark expanse.. However you, little shaman shall call me Ran'bûrgulu. To you I offer this, Build me a shrine worthy to protect her children, become not just my pacted shaman, but my sword, my voice, my will… become her shadow for her people against the scrutiny of the world against her kin. And in return I offer you my wings, my power. And my support against the dark foes that lie in wait for her children to weaken further. Seek such allies against the unknown foes of the world…” Gusiam pondered this, before only offering the spirit such acknowledgement. Before long the eclipse behind the spirit crackled, as energy singled to the shamans soul’s flesh. Offering its mark upon one of many he had. The pack had been set, yet such pain that followed had been too intense.. And when the shaman awoke from such a state of unconsciousness, he was within his shamaic chamber.
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Deep in a forest of Twilight and greenery a lesser of Kulthark forges a pact with a Maehr Matriarch of renown. An edict was made and would be followed by the R'ikarth without fail. "I am Vhumbrehath, Spirit of Silver & Iron. Go forth now and build a shrine in my name" And with that edict the newly forged Animist was cast out from the metal spirits realm, soul returning to body and rising up with a newly forged passion for Smithery, symmetry and a heavy case of OCD. _________________________________________________________________________ A/N: This post was very late so I'm glad I finally got around to writing it. Apologies if it's shorter than posts like this ought to be
