Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 17:47:53 GMT -5
Kerrog was going about his normal routine. He had met a strange new woman earlier and the owner of the tea house was never about now. Kerrog awoke to roll out of bed, looking about. A creaking board had awoken him, and he of course expected an attack. When he saw none coming, he rose to his feet with a smirk. He headed out to the temple and began a prayer to Mirk, asking if this new woman was worthy to enter the temple of Mirk. Kerrog had more in mind for her, trying to convert her to being a devoted follower of Mirk in time. He still would need aid in bringing death to more, since the heart had been failing to kill as many as they used to, when he had first joined.
What happened next was a complete surprise. There was blackness all about him. It was like someone had pulled him into the world, the plane, of Shadow. Before he could react to what he saw as an attack, a loud, booming voice spoke to him, "The time has come, Kerrog Ulinaran. You need more strength, more power, to begin bringing death to others again. Let the shadows come to thee. They will empower you, they will grant you the ability to kill others far faster". As the voice spoke, Kerrog could sense movement about his form. Then, he felt something poking him, like a wooden club, in different parts of his body. But it was not the physical body, it was the spirit within. The shadows were trying to merge Shadowstuff into Kerrog, to strengthen his spirit and grant him the power he would need in the future. Kerrog felt physical pain from this merger, or at least that was what his brain was telling him it was. The voice spoke anew, "What does not kill us... makes one far stronger".
Suddenly, Kerrog could see. He was back within the Temple. He was now kneeling, though, before the altar, on one knee. He reached out, placing a hand upon the altar and pulled himself back to his feet. How fitting, if that was Mirk who had spoken to him, that an altar of Mirk would also aid him in rising back to his feet. He looked about at the things he had built in the temple and walked towards the fountain. He reached a hand into it, cupping the hand to fill it with water, then lifted the hand to his mouth to drink the water of Mirk. He felt refreshed, but noticed, shadows danced over his hand, along his forearm and further up his limb to the shoulder. He could feel the new power surging through him. He would need to practice to keep better control of his new found energy!