Caverns of Blood - The roots of Entbane

[Jupiter]

Since the dawn of men, blood has been spilt upon the soil all over the earth; sometimes the blood is pure – poured in pursuit of a just cause or purified by saints. Yet what most people do not realize, or rather choose not to question is, “where does the impure blood go?” What happens to the blood that is spilt out of rage, jealousy, or corruption? All sins find a way to reveal themselves, and that blood which is defiled by sin seeps deep into the earth’s soil; where many men hope their vile deeds will rest and be forgotten. Overtime, this sea of blood has saturated our mother beyond that which she could bear. After only a few short ages, she was no longer able to act as a spleen to sieve out men’s sins. This river of blood hollowed out the caverns of what is now known as SHAME. The dungeon carved out of our mother by all our foul deeds.

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The dank caverns reverberated with the slightest clank of their blades or their deliberate and shortened steps; to conceal the sounds of a hundred footmen was a feat nigh impossible.
“Come on men, just a bit further!,” the man in the lead called out with a hushed yell; trying to encourage the men further he reasoned, “there are no more elements that can dwell this far beneath the earth, we’ve just got to light the kindlin’ then we can turn our backs to this foul crag mire.”

Obadiah looked up to his high master’s vain attempts to conceal the truth. There was one element that dwelt at the heart of this evil cavern. That element was the sole reason for this trek of desperation.

Their torches did little to fend off the darkness that lived in here. Several times Obadiah felt the distinct notion that the darkness itself was trying to extinguish their flames. When he had become an acolyte to the order of Entbane druids, he had scarce imagined that his first ordeal would have him as a disciple to Raoule Entbane, the head of their order and one of the oldest living men in this age.

“Master Raoule, please sir, forgive my profound ignorance, but t’aint nothin’ natural about this place. How do you know where it is we supposed to light the kindling?”

Raoule looked to Obadiah, with a sigh he confessed a bit of the truth, “my young sprout, would that I had not been called to this dreadful place. The flame that was lit here by the original Entbane has been doused. You know as well as I, what that means. So, I must agree with you, there is nothing natural about this place. There is nothing in nature that is powerful enough to douse one of the original flames.”

Raoule was silent for a bit as he studied the map in stride, “truth be told, the flame has actually been doused for quite some time. This is what concerns me most. How could the squelch of this flame have been concealed this from our order for so long?”

They continued on a few more steps when suddenly the narrow passages they had been traveling opened into an expansive cavern.

“This is it!” Raoule called out, “Ye warriors of The Treant Order, for this one purpose have your ancestors of old lived out their lives in devotion. This is your time to repay our Mother, with your blade or your blood, it shall serve the same purpose – for each drop of your sacred blood that should fall here, will cleanse this dreadful cavern. Trust in the Life Bringer and you shall conquer this day! Suflare Vitale!”

“SUFLARE VITALE!” the men resounded as they rushed forward.

As the vague outline of the bridge emerged, Obadiah allowed hope to develop within his heart for a brief moment, but it was then that the final ordeal presented itself. What followed Obadiah could not recollect; all he could see was a crimson canvass.

“You must… live on!” the hollow words echoed in his head as he recognized the blurred outline of Raoule. “You must.. live on! And return here my son! I have done all I can, but the fire is not lit. You must return and light it before the Lord of this cavern is able to break free. Live on and return!” Then there was nothing. Not even silence followed as Obadiah slipped again into unconsciousness.

[Vishakt]

ARRKYVED! Har nub reely.

Gug sturee. Dat muzt bi whi Vish lub de Shaym hule su muj. Urkz helbed mayk id!

[Jupiter]

...Shaym hule su muj...

If you enter this phrase into google translate you get... nothing.

I guess the only decent thing to do is thank you for posting your vulgarities!

Instead I am too concerned with the fact that there are orcs educated enough to reach the forums... intelligent orcs do not bode well for mankind... ('mank' + 'ind')

[Ulfrigg]

ARRKYVED! Har nub reely.

Gug sturee. Dat muzt bi whi Vish lub de Shaym hule su muj. Urkz helbed mayk id!

I Think it reads

Good story. That must be why we love da shame hole so mutch. Urks helped make it?