Teradrim - Sorcerer-King Trial witnessed

Macavity

Please note I am not great with posting things on forums, so here is what I copied and pasted out from the unscheduled event from 10/20/2021 from my character's point of view.



Through clenched teeth, Ewis Bhaq'dal the Undying says, "W-we need... masters
of the earth. G-gather what forces you can. T-this madness is beyond my
expertise."
Fyrren says to Ewis Bhaq'dal the Undying, "We are gathering. But where must we
go?"
The stitching across her brow suddenly bulges and retracts as she clutches her
head, Ewis Bhaq'dal the Undying says to Fyrren, "P-perhaps the Pillars. If
enough....arrrgggh."
Yettave says to Almol, "Might need you as teradrim."
You say, "Voltdaran."
You say, "Strength in Undeath. Strength in Earth."
You say, "I seek passage to the Pillars of Earth."
Shaper Vorgol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Safe
passage to you, Earthen-kin. May the Pillars give you strength."
Fyrren says to Uzgrol, "Macavity is on his way and I have taken two from
Father's Order."
You say, "Nod."
You say, "I am here."
Fyrren says, "Speak of the Ancient One."
Fyrren says, "... blood."
Fyrren says to Uzgrol, "Have you found anything in your meditations? We are
here to give our strength as we may."
You say, "I shall give my Undead life for the Pillars, ask and it shall be
done."
You say to Fyrren, "I have sent a message to the young Earthen-kin to join us
as well."
You say, "Return me."
You say, "I seek passage to the Pillars of the Earth."
Shaper Vorgol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Safe
passage to you, Earthen-kin. May the Pillars give you strength."
You exclaim to Gribbit, "Be on your guard for anything that might come!"
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Gnawing. Biting.
Straining. Struggling. But we resist as we have for time uncounted, through
the song."
Gribbit croaks out, "Do we have more information on what is happening?"
Fyrren says to Uzgrol, "Tell us of this song. I do not know it."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We draw upon the
Dirge to taste the strength of the Earth. It is the song of all the Earthen,
our minds joined as one voice and all voices and no voices."
Fyrren says to Uzgrol, "Could you teach us this Dirge so we might join our own
voices with those of the Earthen?"
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "But with that
blissful union, the immortal preservation of memory, life, and time beyond the
trappings of time, is the touch of madness. It ever burrows in the depths of
our thoughts, seeking searching for weakness upon which to latch and press its
claim."
Almol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Sounds a bit like
having a soulstone, Earthcaller."
Fyrren says, "We spoke with Ewis earlier and it seems they are not handling
the madness as well as others are."
Yettave says, "Are you still being affected by it here?"
Gribbit croaks out, "I feel this was the madness that I heard earlier."
You say, "Now that you mention it, I am not."
Gribbit croaks out, "It is strong."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "The Pillars of
the Earth are weakening, Gribbit. The madness within strains against bindings."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Our ancient
adversaries have ever sought to exploit the vulnerabilities of Father's weak
children. Those who drift without strength or purpose in shade allow a
foothold of the Kings to reach past their prisons."
Fyrren says, "Do you think the Kings are able to control the weak directly?"
You say, "Tell me who are weak, and I shall snuff them with my flail and see
them buried in sand, such weakness can never be allowed. We can never allow
those that dwell inside to have any type of foot hold."
Gribbit croaks out, "Hrm. Do we have a way to strengthen the bonds? Do we have
betrayers in our midst? We cannot allow our vigil to fail."
Almol rumbles to Uzgrol in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Father
warned me of a priest who has wandered from the flock, a Lokesh. Do you know
him?"
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We know this name
but will not speak of it."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Many believe that
eternal imprisonment is the fate of those who betrayed the Earth in ages past.
That the Sorcerer Kings are merely chained up. This is not so."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "While bound so
they are cleft from the union of our immortal song, unable to join their voice
to it and unable to hear it."
Fyrren says, "To be truly alone.."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Bound in blood.
Bound in bone. Bound in the yawning chasm of the abyss for an eternity of
agony. It is a terrible price, but the Earth demands no less for treason."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "And our adversary
deserves neither your pity nor your mercy."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "I myself took
part in Trial long ago, as jury and inquisitor. The faithless must be given
the chance to repent."
Fyrren says, "Have any repented in the past?"
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We recall Trial
and offer the Earthen kin a glimpse, to better understand our foe. To better
understand the strength of the Earth."
Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "A moment, and we
shall join our minds in brief union."


Rasping notes rumble at the back of Uzgrol's throat, his voice transformed in sublime apotheosis to
mimic an Earthen chorus a dozen, a hundred, a thousand or more strong. He becomes utterly still as
the Earthen Verses manifest, his expression frozen in profound concentration.

The resonant groan of the endless Earthen Dirge rumbles through your mind as a clamour of drums
beating as one thunderous eruption, your vision blurring as you transcend the constraints of time
and observe the distant past...

Amphitheatre of the Earth (71369) - the wyrmyard (Unmapped)
This room has not been mapped.
Wrought in the caldera of an extinct volcano, obsidian and fossilised bones conjoin to form an
immense amphitheatre enclosed on all sides by harsh crags and treacherous, ash-strewn slopes.
Haphazard seating forms a circle around the central space, chiselled directly into the stone at
different levels to provide a clear, albeit uncomfortable perspective on those standing trial below.
Jutting out of the ground at imperfect angles, a shelf of shale and scree allows for the presiding
Earthen to observe the seat of the accused: a single block of sandstone enwrapped in chains of bone.
Grit and sand permeate the frigid air, thick and dense such that mere breathing is a laborious
endeavour. Disheveled and fracturing, a Sorcerer-King stands here waiting for judgment. There are 4
mountainous Earthcallers here. Earthcaller Uzgrol stands before the vast pillar here, its great
hands outstretched before it in binding rite.

You discern that you are standing in the wyrmyard.
Your environment conforms to that of Primordial earth.
You stand upon the Continent of Sapience.
You are in the Prime Material Plane.
You have explored 100% of this area.

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "The Kings of
Old were once the most revered leaders among the Earthen. They were fuelled by wisdom, might, and
resilience. They were strong."

You can see the following 7 objects:
"earthen318739" a Sorcerer-King.
"earthcaller317514" a mountainous Earthcaller.
"earthcaller318888" a mountainous Earthcaller.
"earthcaller319224" a mountainous Earthcaller.
"earthcaller319273" a mountainous Earthcaller.
"Uzgrol168195" a memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol (alert).
"crozier267876" the Will of the Earthen.

Several layers smaller than an Earthcaller, this sorcerer-king looks as sickly as one can for their
appearance. Formations of rock cover their body from head to toe, giving them a bulky figure that
resists all elements in a decidedly humanoid figure. Their malformed head has no gemstones or
crystals, instead, two small holes have been bored into them for eyes, giving a disturbing glimpse
into their hollowness. Terrible screeching is heard as their limbs lock and move against one
another, every movement deliberate yet drawn out in all of its earthen haste. Dried magma is
apparent through their body, the vein-like strands no longer illuminated and pieces of varying sizes
crumble off in a sickly manner.
A Sorcerer-King seems to be unafraid.
It carries five weeks of survival experience.
It weighs about 300 pound(s).

At an imposing ten feet tall, the Earthcaller possesses a humanoid body shaped of rocks and boulders
that is craggy in its entirety. Two arms, each a different length hang by its side awkwardly, jagged
edges and pieces of stalagmite creating a spine of spikes all along its body. Magma courses like
veins through its body, brightening as the caller shifts or moves, then dimming slowly after that.
Two glimmering rubies stare down at the world below it, born into their oddly shaped head. The
shifting stone grinds together with each deliberate movement that it makes, causing shavings and
dust to scatter into the passing breeze.
A mountainous Earthcaller emanates a presence of lethal brawn.
He carries five weeks of survival experience.
He weighs about 456 pound(s).

Made entirely of black onyx, this stave hums with a palpable energy. Purely a specimen of the very
Earth itself, this crozier has been formed into the shape of a Wyrm. At five feet in length, the
staff is a long, scaled representation of the beast. Its tail forms a sharpened point at the
butt,while the onyx has been chiseled and cut into hundreds of small scales all along its length.
The Wyrm's upper body curls inwards onto itself, forming a headpiece of sorts. Slanted wings of
translucent black sprout from the top of the staff, and flare outwards. The head of the Wyrm is
broad, and its snout rests just against the main body of the staff. Rows of glistening onyx teeth
can be seen from its gaping maw, giving it a truly imposing appearance.
It weighs about 31 pound(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Jumpy.
You may use the following commands with this weapon:
crush


A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol murmurs almost off-handedly in a reverent tone, "For without war, we
are nothing."

With disgust and revulsion etched into his stony features, a memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol rumbles in
a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Yet they succumbed to weakness. As you will soon see. You
are offered this opportunity to partake in Trial. Do not squander it."

Fyrren says, "Bring forward the accused."
Yettave says, "BRING FORWARD THE ACCUSED."
You say, "Bring forward the accused."
Gribbit croaks out, "Bring forward the accused."
Almol exclaims in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "BRING FORWARD THE
ACCUSED!"

Flanked on either side by towering Earthen jailers, expressions that of unconcealed loathing, a
disheveled figure is brought forth and brutally shackled to the central dais, heavy chains of
bleached bone wrapping around limb and torso to bind them inexorably in place. The guards move in
deliberate, laboured motions to stand behind the prisoner before becoming still as stone.

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol cradles a heavy tablet in one hand, seemingly weightless as the
Earthen lifts it with effortless ease. In sombre tones, a litany of charges is read aloud to detail
various crimes against the Earth.

A mountainous Earthcaller joins the group of inquisitors, commenting with contempt, "You have abused
the gifts of Azvosh, turned against the Great Father, and allowed greed to fester in place of
faith."

A mountainous Earthcaller continues, the words almost spat from his mouth. "You have risked Oblivion
in the pursuit of power, and chosen avarice over duty." The Earthen turns, a slow and controlled
manoeuvre as he looks simultaneously at and through you, eyes ablaze with unspeakable fury as he
waits in frozen anticipation.

A mountainous Earthcaller continues, the words almost spat from his mouth. "You have risked Oblivion
in the pursuit of power, and chosen avarice over duty." The Earthen turns, a slow and controlled
manoeuvre as he looks simultaneously at and through you, eyes ablaze with unspeakable fury as he
waits in frozen anticipation.

A Sorcerer-King adopts an expression of smug defiance, arrogance writ into their Earthen features in
spite of captivity. "I am guilty of nothing save reaching for greater strength, and I contend that
none here present have the fortitude to break me."

After loosing this final remark, a Sorcerer-King spits at the ground before their accusers,
shifting as the chains of bone wrap more tightly about their form. They seem to revel in the pain
and discomfort, smug gaze never faltering for but a moment.

Towering Earthen inquisitors step forward, ruthlessly posing question after humiliating question to
the accused. None bother to conceal the derision and contempt in their voices as the interrogation
moves swiftly through the allegations.

Outrage courses through the caldera as the questioners broach the subject of the Pillars, each
harshly-uttered word conjuring a scene of apocalyptic horror as the full weight of the Sorcerer-
King's betrayal impresses itself upon all present.
You are afflicted with stun.
Mana Lost: 500, drained
Health Lost: 433 , psychic, none


A mountainous Earthcaller continues to assault the accused with question after pointed question,
finally bringing the inquisition to a halt. They turn to regard you, voice low and dangerous. "We
have heard enough. Are there further questions?"

You say, in Earthen, "What was it that caused you to abuse the gifts of Azvosh."

Yettave says, "What was your Eventual plan on trying to destroy the Pillar."

A Sorcerer-King scoffs, rolling its burning eyes. "We abuse nothing. Strength and war rule the
Earthen. Might confers authority and position. The lust for yet more of it burns in all Earthen, yet
we are accused of treason for fulfilling that which is our purpose."

Fyrren says to a Sorcerer-King, "For what is so great to risk all oblivion?"

A Sorcerer-King says, "If we are not the strongest, then we are the weakest. So it was. So it is."

You ask, in Earthen, "Who do you believe to be stronger than us?"

Yettave says to a Sorcerer-King, "And you've been taken over by those that are stronger than you.
Now what was your goal So called King."

Fyrren says to a Sorcerer-King, "Did you intend to contest The Earthen Father's strength and
position as Dominar and Warmaster of Azvosh?"

A Sorcerer-King says, "If He is not strong, then He is weak."

A Sorcerer-King says, "And if He is weak, then He is not Earth."

Almol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Sorcerer-King of Nothing and No One,
what Strength did you seek to gain from the Pillar?"

A Sorcerer-King says to Yettave, "Our goal is no less than strength above all others. This is the
way of the Earthen."

Fyrren says to a Sorcerer-King, "Have you lost faith in Father's plan?"

A Sorcerer-King says, "From the Pillars we sought the strength to make war beyond that which we
wrought in the forming of Azvosh Rakar."

You ask a Sorcerer-King, in Earthen, "So you believe that strength above all others, also means
within our collective group, meaning that its the individual, and to hell with a collective group?"

A Sorcerer-King says, "Yet these lesser Earthen, these inquisitors who dare to bring us to Trial,
find us faithless."

A Sorcerer-King says, "Until we are laid low by the Earth and scattered as aught but grains of dust
upon the harsh winds of the sand, we shall not repent or crawl upon our bellies for mercy that is
not within your authority to grant."

A Sorcerer-King spits at the ground, a fleck of molten rock kindling in a flash-fire that rapidly
cools as it lands.

Gribbit croaks out, "Surely being captured was not your desired outcome. By your own logic, you are
not worthy."

Gibbering laughter booms across the amphitheatre as it pours from a Sorcerer-King's mouth, derision
writ into each crack and crevice of his stoneborn visage. "We will not take insult from you who wear
the Earth as a suit to shield your weak, pathetic flesh, toad."

You say to a Sorcerer-King, in Earthen, "We wear the Earth, because we have earned it and became
Masters of it."

A Sorcerer-King says, "You are no masters of ours."

A mountainous Earthcaller rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Enough, accursed
wretch. Cease your posturing."

A mountainous Earthcaller rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Are there further
questions?"

Gribbit just thought:
What if capture was their goal. Plots can range long.

Gribbit croaks out, "I have none further."

Almol asks a Sorcerer-King in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "You look WEAK and SICK,
King Nothing. How have you fallen so far?"

Yettave says to a Sorcerer-King, "And you shall be no Master of us."

Fyrren rumbles to a Sorcerer-King in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "You have forgotten
that we are all one with the Earth and have lost sight of true strength. I have no further questions
for you."

A Sorcerer-King struggles faintly in their bound position, the bonechain wrapping more tightly about
their form. Finally they fall silent, eyes trained upon Almol with scorn ablaze in each socket.

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Without fail,
the Sorcerer Kings were unrepentant and defiant. As you have now seen."

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Without fail,
the Sorcerer Kings were unrepentant and defiant. As you have now seen."

Yettave holds his a bardiche toward a Sorcerer-King. "You shall bless the earth with your blood and
entrails in the Glory of the Father!"

A Sorcerer-King spits at the ground near Yettave in disgust.

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "The Apocalyptia
demands that the faithless repent, or be broken. We offered them that chance, in open trials such as
these. And yet-."

You ask, in Earthen, "But what good is Strength if you are not alive to wield it?"

Fyrren motions for Yettave to lower his weapon as it listens to a memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol.

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol gestures with a stone-forged hand at the repulsive prisoner, who
retains a look of defiance.. "They squandered that chance, as they squandered the gifts of Earth."

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Cast your votes
now. You have seen the way the accused behaves. They are wretched. Accursed. Foul. Make your choice,
and let us proceed."

You render your guilty verdict in the trial.

....

Dust scatters as one of the Earthen congregation rises to their feet, levelling a gaze of profound
contempt upon the bound prisoner. The judge declares a verdict of guilty, sonorous voice pronouncing
the result in a tone absent mirth or emotion of any kind.

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Yes. You made
the correct choice, as we did so long ago. All that remains is the sentencing."

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A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol gestures to the mighty crozier standing beside the dais. "Take it up,
those of you with true strength. Subjugate the prisoner until they are broken."

Fyrren picks up the Will of the Earthen.

Fyrren starts to wield the Will of the Earthen in its left hand.

Holding aloft its mighty crozier, Fyrren bears down upon a Sorcerer-King, preparing to pass the
sentence of the Earth.

Fyrren gives the Will of the Earthen to you.

The Will of the Earthen shudders in your hands, vibrating with such force and power that you
struggle to maintain grip. Ancient memories flood your senses as you attempt to master the weapon,
the trials of old flashing across your mind in sepia-inspired hues before the crozier finally
relents and accedes to your grasp.
You start to wield the Will of the Earthen in your left hand.

Holding aloft your mighty crozier, you bear down upon a Sorcerer-King, preparing to pass the
sentence of the Earth.

You bring the crozier down upon a Sorcerer-King in a series of brutal strikes, wracking your
accursed foe in body and mind both.
A Sorcerer-King remains resolute in the face of the punishment, wearing a smug look of defiance.
The Earth demands further subjugation; the faithless must be broken.

Ravenous hunger batters your mind and body as the Will of the Earthen craves, yearns, covets, longs
to taste blood and splinter bone. Heaving a heavy, despondent sigh, you allow it to fall from your
grip, vestigial desire yet gnawing at your thoughts.
You cease wielding the Will of the Earthen in your left hand.

A memory of Earthwarden Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "You must
maintain your concentration while carrying out the subjugation. Yes. Good."

You give the Will of the Earthen to Gribbit.

Gribbit starts to wield the Will of the Earthen in his left hand.

Holding aloft his mighty crozier, Gribbit bears down upon a Sorcerer-King, preparing to pass the
sentence of the Earth.

Gribbit brings the crozier down upon a Sorcerer-King in a series of brutal strikes, wracking your
accursed foe in body and mind both.
A Sorcerer-King remains resolute in the face of the punishment, wearing a smug look of defiance.
The Earth demands further subjugation; the faithless must be broken.

Gribbit gives the Will of the Earthen to Almol.

Holding aloft his mighty crozier, Almol bears down upon a Sorcerer-King, preparing to pass the
sentence of the Earth.

Almol brings the crozier down upon a Sorcerer-King in a series of brutal strikes, wracking your
accursed foe in body and mind both.
A Sorcerer-King remains resolute in the face of the punishment, wearing a smug look of defiance.
The Earth demands further subjugation; the faithless must be broken.

Almol tosses the Will of the Earthen to Fyrren, and it catches it nimbly.

Holding aloft its mighty crozier, Fyrren bears down upon a Sorcerer-King, preparing to pass the
sentence of the Earth.

Fyrren brings the crozier down upon a Sorcerer-King in a series of brutal strikes, wracking your
accursed foe in body and mind both.
A Sorcerer-King remains resolute in the face of the punishment, wearing a smug look of defiance.
The Earth demands further subjugation; the faithless must be broken.

Fyrren gives the Will of the Earthen to Yettave.

You think.
Ponders if you need to be one of the Earthen to use the crozier.

Holding aloft his mighty crozier, Yettave bears down upon a Sorcerer-King, preparing to pass the
sentence of the Earth.

Yettave gives the Will of the Earthen to you.

The Will of the Earthen shudders in your hands, vibrating with such force and power that you
struggle to maintain grip. Ancient memories flood your senses as you attempt to master the weapon,
the trials of old flashing across your mind in sepia-inspired hues before the crozier finally
relents and accedes to your grasp.
You start to wield the Will of the Earthen in your left hand.

Holding aloft your mighty crozier, you bear down upon a Sorcerer-King, preparing to pass the
sentence of the Earth.

You bring the crozier down upon a Sorcerer-King in a series of brutal strikes, wracking your
accursed foe in body and mind both.
The haunting notes of the Dirge impress themselves with silent sublimation upon your mind, the Verse
of Libation rising to the fore: And thus the Earth shall have its due.
Broken under the relentless might of Earthen sentencing, a Sorcerer-King finally relents, body
crumpling in agony as the sentence is passed. The two guardians unbind the prisoner from the dais
and drag them away, indifferent to the screams now tearing from the mouth of the accused.

The memory-scape fractures suddenly, fragmented images of past and present merging in a hazy
cacophony. Swelling in the back of your mind, the Dirge rumbles and quavers, soft as a lullaby and
harsh as a desert. Reality reasserts itself as the song falls silent, an inexplicable sense of loss
leaving behind a vacant, hungry emptiness within.

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "And so, you bore witness to my
memories. You know the fate that awaits those who betray the Earth."

Fyrren says to Uzgrol, "We witnessed your memories yet.. it felt more like we were a part of them."

You say, in Earthen, "As it shall be with any who betrays the Earthen!"

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "A taste of the shared memories of the
Earthen, Imperator. We are all as one, save those who are cast out."

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "There is a disturbance, an imperfection
in the Earth upon this plane. The Kings strain in their prisons, attempting to take advantage."

Fyrren says, "The only location that I know of that seems linked is El'Jazira."

Gribbit croaks out, "Can we fix this imperfection?"

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Repairing this imbalance is beyond any
of you, but it is not beyond the Earthen."

Fyrren says, "Perhaps these shades could be judged and imprisoned as the Kings are?"

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "The strength to achieve such a thing is
greater than that which mere memory demands."

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "But the Earthen are people of war. Our
molten hearts beat like drums for it. We crave it and revel in it."

Absently, as if to himself, Almol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Strength in
Slaughter."

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Nay. Strength in Undeath. Strength in
Earth. Strength in the Pillars."

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Once, our mighty warbands fanned out
across the Plane of Earth and conquered all that dared stand before us."

Yettave says, "Collection and Imprisonment should be top priority at least. Settle their souls back
to the earth."

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We built our great city of Azvosh Rakar
on the back of vanquished, colossal wyrms, and the true Council of Ash yet holds court therein. It
is these Earthcallers we seek."

Silent screams echo in the depths of your thoughtscape, anguish and torment writ into your psyche by
an unseen hand.

Uzgrol furrows his stony brows in concentration, sending forth an indelible call to conclave, the
very ground shaking with tremulous quakes as the Earthen undertakes a profound communion.

Fyrren furrows its brow in consternation.

Fyrren rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "How might we find this imbalance and
help the Earthen of Azvosh Rakar repair it/."

You say, in Earthen, "There was a member of the Council of Ash that came to us and is a resident in
the city currently."

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "The call to conclave is sent. We
require another than the one of whom you speak."

Uzgrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "The warband gathers."

The ground rumbles its assent to the Earthen verse, reverberating in a gnarling echo to herald the
arrival of Earthcaller Khuzrol, answering the warband's call to muster.

Stomping once upon the ground, Fyrren lifts a hand towards the Earthcaller Khuzrol as a rumble
echoes from deep below to join it in an Earthen greeting.

In harsh, grating tones, the Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen
power, "We have heard the Earthwarden marshal us to war. We answer."

Stomping once upon the ground, you lift a hand towards the Earthcaller Khuzrol as a rumble echoes
from deep below to join you in an Earthen greeting.

Stomping once upon the ground, the Earthcaller Khuzrol lifts a hand towards Uzgrol as a rumble
echoes from deep below to join him in an Earthen greeting.


At a formidable thirteen feet this Earthcaller stands out among the rest. Rock, bone and gems make
up the titan's humanoid body resulting in an abhorrent noise of grinding stone that accompanies his
every action. He bears no weaponry, instead letting his heavy arms and trunk-like legs speak for his
martial prowess. Two holes within his head makes for eyes, gemstones decorating both and glinting
maliciously as Khuzrol looks down upon everything around him in. The magma encircling his form
constantly pulses like a heartbeat, flashing red-hot and then going dim for several seconds before
flaring with impressive heat and brightness simultaneously. As the magma cools in those brief
moments, anhydrous minerals linger and layer, continually add to his growing form with the excess
liquid splattering to the floor with a threatening sizzle.
The Earthcaller Khuzrol radiates with terrifyingly monstrous power.
He carries five weeks of survival experience.
He weighs about 300 pound(s).


The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We arrive in this
place and sense impurity festering at its heart. A taint upon the perfect Earth."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol allows his Earthen gaze to pan out and around, eyes landing upon you before
moving on with little emotion to betray his thoughts.

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Which of my kin are
known to you by name? Speak clearly."

Fyrren rumbles to the Earthcaller Khuzrol in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "There are
many. Uzgrol, Orvast, Gegrelaesh are the names that first come to mind."

You say, in Earthen, "The most recent visitor was the Warmaster."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We see."

You feel the eyes of the bound Earthen sorcerer-kings upon you; eyeless sockets gaze at the empty
void as if with dim awareness.

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We are brought here
before wetlanders. They know the Earth but they are not Earthen. We must taste of their strength
before we will lend them ours."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Do those who stand
before us command the fortitude to undergo Trial of their own?"

You exclaim, in Earthen, "Without hesitation, I step forward!"

Almol nods his head and says, "Aye."

Fyrren rumbles to the Earthcaller Khuzrol in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "I step
forward with Father's guidance."

Gribbit croaks out, "I can hold my own."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol cradles a tiny pebble in his hands, a look of something approaching
reverence manifesting on his craggy features.

"If we are not strong, we are not Earthen. And if we are not Earthen, we are remade by the Earth."
The Earthcaller Khuzrol's words carry with a song-like timbre, infused with more voices than the
Earthcaller's alone.

The Earthcaller Khuzrol holds the stone up, seemingly struggling under its weight despite the
diminutive size. "A Harrowing, such as that which is undertaken by the Earthen."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "While you hold the
pebble, its weight will strip you of your name and your titles. You will not exist. Movement will be
painfully slow."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We are one in the
Dirge and to understand that, to bear the burdens of the Earth, is to show strength in body and mind
both."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Complete the Pilgimage
of the Earth, endure this weight. Then will we know your strength and ability to withstand great
hardship. We ask again: who will stand for Azvosh?"

You exclaim, in Earthen, "I will stand with Azvosh!"

Fyrren rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "I will stand for AZVOSH!"

The Earthcaller Khuzrol gives a tiny pebble to you.


No bigger than a fingernail this pebble is completely ordinary in its appearance in every
conceivable way. It is smooth to the touch, as if someone ran their thumb over it for luck more
times than one should count.
[HINT]: To begin the Harrowing of the Earthen, TOUCH PEBBLE.
[HINT]: If the Harrowing of the Earthen proves too much, you may CAPITULATE HARROWING to give up.
[HINT]: When you have reached your destination, SAY MAY WE NEVER KNOW PEACE in order to complete
this stage of the Earthen pilgrimage.
[HINT]: You may also TOUCH PEBBLE to receive a reminder about the current destination.
It weighs about 1000 pound(s).


An Azudim gravely pounds its fists together, muttering a coarse prayer to the Earth.

Trials
You say, "May we never know peace."
The ground beneath your feet rumbles in response to your recitation of the Earthen Dirge.
Relief floods your body as the weight of a tiny pebble lifts from you; the Harrowing is complete!


The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "The four have
endured."

You say, "My apologies, these old bones take a little more time than the young ones."

Gribbit croaks out, "I watch boulders. It has paid off in this trial."

Fyrren says to you, "You are far less Ancient in relativity here, Young One."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol draws himself up to his full height, towering over the area, his gemstones
eyes gleaming as the Earthen gaze, cold and indifferent, passes over each of you in turn.

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We have tasted
sufficient strength to be of us in the duty ahead."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Spanning the breadth
of Azvosh, five mighty monoliths inhabit the Plane, each one bearing a chapter of the holy verses."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Collectively, these
are known as the Apocalyptia of the Earthen."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Observe."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol closes his eyes and a wave of psychic power washes over you, images of a
vast and empty desert rising to fill your mind. Sprawling with endless, sublime infinity, the
magnitude of Earth in all its magnificent perfection is made known, from the highest peaks of
ancient mountains to the depths of lightless caverns.

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "While you cannot hope
to mirror the excellence of the monoliths wrought by the first of us, you have travelled to the five
sites already in your Harrowing. The terrain is familiar to you."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Go there once more and
look upon the amphoras that have risen from the ground. The Earth requires sacrifice and tribute.
Fill these vessels with the corpses of the undead, with bones, with sand, with rock and stones, and
with gems."

"Mhojave, vashnar, tarea, teshen caldera, bloodloch."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "For two weeks you must
make suitable offerings. Then shall we will build something adequate to begin restoring the absence
of Earth in this Plane."

Almol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "It will be done."

Gribbit croaks out, "It will be done."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "You may seek the aid
of your wider associates if you wish. Strength in one, strength in the all. We sense they are
anxious to learn of us."

Fyrren says, "Aye. We shall let them know once this meeting is finished."

You say, "Strength in Undeath. Strength in Earth."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "Without strength we
are nothing. Without war, we are nothing. Without Earth, we are nothing."

Almol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "If we are weak, we are not Earthen."

The Earthcaller Khuzrol offers a simple nod of acknowledgement, the faintest note of approval
manifesting for a fleeting moment on his craggy features.

The Earthcaller Khuzrol rumbles in a tone that resonates with earthen power, "We remain to observe
that which is weak. Go now. Duty awaits."