To Join the New Villain [Nas Kraal]

[Josiah Saedrin]

He was there.

For the first time ever, Nam stood next to the Yuuzhan Vong skyscraper which was called the Obelisk. Well, interesting. He had come for the sole purpose of joining this new fanatical movement he had heard of some time ago. It was interesting, to say the least, so he was hoping to join it as well. He didn't know the "leader" of this movement, but hoped that he does not see Nam as a stupid person (who he actually was).

He had come from her tiny abode in the edge of Luminoss to the building, deciding, that he will leave his former life behind if needed. It was a good thing, that he was separated from his domain. Now he was able to do whatever he wanted. The heads of Karakk family would've shut their son down if they would have heard what he was about to do. They wanted to keep the family traditions as well as believing in the rightful faith. The movement would have ruined everything the father of Karakk stood for.

Only standing, waiting, Nam was not doing anything else. Yes, he was thinking as much as he could, his thoughts being stupid and primitive, but that was everything. He didn't even concentrate on what was going on near him, so speaking of that would be difficult. Everything was a foggy mass around him, there were no details at the moment.

Was it actually the right choice? Do I really want to join? came into his mind.

[member="Nas Kraal"]

 

[Tefka]

"Do-ro'ik Yun'o Pratte."

A nearly naked Myrshavong began descending the long stairs of the Obelisk, only a bit of Nexu cloth to cover his extremities. He opened his top pair of arms out wide, his bottom pair swaying at his side comfortably as an extremely long amphistaff began slithering slowly up his chest. Obsidian tattooes glistened in the dimly lit hall with sweat, as it seems the man (or monster?) had been either taking a hot bath or exercising.

The profuse smell as he neared the Yuuzhan Vong began to give an overwhelming answer to the visitor's mind.

<What brings you to the Obelisk of the Hrosha-Gul,> the guttural Myrshavong asked in the native Yuuzhan Vong language. It was not his first language, but Kraal was quite proficient with it nonetheless.

<What brings you to Nas Kraal.>

 

[Josiah Saedrin]

The voice confused Nam, yet cleared the foggy mass around the Yuuzhan Vong. He came back into the real life.

The monster who stepped down the stairs of the Obelisk was indeed strange, even in the eyes of a Yuuzhan Vong. A bit afraid of the figure, Nam stepped a metre backwards and shivered, though not noticeably. The warrrior didn't have a weapon with him, so he couldn't defend himself in case the monster were to start fighting with him. But then he remembered, that he was here to join Hrosha-Gul. He was indeed a bit dumb.

"I have come to meet the head of the new movement," Nam spoke in the Yuuzhan tongue. The monster seemed to be able to speak it fluently, so at least they were able to understand each other. "I want to join."

He just looked at the monster, not understaning what species it was from. He had never seen such a thing before.

 

[Tefka]

He stared at the timid Yuuzhan Vong.

Kraal's back muscles began to twitch, creating a tapestry of interlocking black tendrils as his tattooes stretched across his violet canvas. Pupils turned red as they gazed into Nam's, a forked tongue spewing forth to lick at either side of the Warmaster's mouth.

They had all been timid once. Yun-Amon would oblige, however. Nam Karakk would evolve... become better. Become stronger. Become Hrosha-Gul.

Or he would die.

"Zhaelor-zhae. The Cannibal demands sacrifice."

Nas Kraal stood there, crossing his massive arms. Waiting for Nam to make a decision on how to fulfill this requirement.

 

[Josiah Saedrin]

He's scary...

Indeed, the silly Yuuzhan Vong was afraid of the being. He had hoped for a better person, maybe a member of his own species. It would have been so much easier, so much better.

"I am not sure what you mean... S-s-sacrifice?" Nam was confused. He may have understood what the monster meant, but didn't want to acknowledge it to himself. It was clearly a bit too much for him. But if he wanted to leave his past behind and join this movement, he had to do that.

"Alright, I should be ready for the sacrifice," the Yuuzhan Vong spoke after some thinking. During that time, the monster may have talked to him, but he wasn't sure. It always happened so, that when Yammka thought, he lost track of the real life. His eyes basically turned off, his ears started failing him... It was strange, to be honest, but he had come to accept the fact, that he can do nothing about it.

 

[Tefka]

Nas was on the man in an instant, his lower arms attempting to grab him under his armpits and lift him in the air. If successful, his upper arms would grip the man by the skull, the hold so tight it threatened to crush the man's face. A sight that wasn't unfamiliar within the Obelisk, home of the Hrosha-Gul.

"You will know fear," the Warmaster would say.

Meaty fingertips would press at the eyelids of Karakk, forcing them open as Kraal's face came closer, the white paint of his ghost-mask running off his chin and dripping onto the Yuuzhan Vong's own mouth.

"You will know agony," Nas growled.

The man, if held within the grip of Nas Kruul, would feel a pressure so intense he would begin seeing white at this point.

 

[Josiah Saedrin]

And once again, Nam came back to reality. But this time, it was because of the pain he felt. The pain was so strong, that he almost wanted to die at the that moment. The hands of the monster pressed his head together so powerfully, that he felt like his head would crush. More than that, he felt like his brain would explode.

Everything turned white, he didn't see anything. Only pain and pure white colour everywhere... "Ugh..." the Yuuzhan Vong was only able to say. He wanted to get out of there. He regretted the decision to come, he knew he should have left when he started feeling like it wasn't the right choice. Yet the pain became enjoyable as time passed. He knew, that if he dies, he will be favoured by the gods... And if not, then... He'd just become a better person.

Strange...

"I...-" Then he screamed and continued, "... will k-know... fear..." He didn't even know why he spoke like that, but it was the only logical thing to do. He would never overcome the power, the strength of this monster.

"I w-will... know agony."

 

[Tefka]

[member="Nam Karakk"]

"YOU WILL KNOW PAIN."

He lifted the man higher, and the amphistaff on his shoulder struck forward with lightning speed and a loud hiss. The serpent stretched forth it's gaping maw and with precision, aimed for Nam's left eye. If it's aim was true, the serpent would claim the eye and swallow it in one sweeping blow.

Nas Kraal then dropped the man on the ground, a smile spreading upon his face.

"Yun-Amon accepts your sacrifice."

 

[Josiah Saedrin]

A scream was unleashed by the Yuuzhan Vong. The left eye of his was ripped out. As soon as he fell on the ground, he made a strange sound and his hands tried to search for the eye in the eye socket, even though Nam knew it's not there anymore.

"Ugh!" she whispered. She felt bad. The loss of one eye was not too big and it was actually good for a Yuuzhan Vong to lose a body part, but it had been really unexpected. He had never known, that he would have to let go of a part of his own body to become a member of this... strangeness.

"Why?" he asked, turning to the monster. He still crawled on the ground, the monster standing not too far from him. He was already completely afraid of him by that moment.

[member="Nas Kraal"]

 

[Tefka]

Shapers began to coral in the lobby of the Obelisk as Nas stood over the Yuuzhan Vong.

"We will make you better."

A shaper with a plaeryin bol, an eye attached to a tentacle which was squirming in the shapers hand, writhing with life approached.

"Stronger. A weapon, courtesy of Yun-Amon."

The shaper placed the plaeryin bol in the bloody socket of the Yuuzhan Vong as it began to integrate with her biology. Eye sight would soon return after a day's rest.

"Now swear to me. Swear to the Supreme Overlord. Your life, in service of Hrosha-Gul."

[member="Nam Karakk"]

 

[Josiah Saedrin]

[member="Nas Kraal"]

Plyaerin bol... It was a powerful things, at least judging by what the Yuuzhan Vong had heard. He had never seen one before, but now... he had the honour to have it replacing his eyes.

"Thank you!" Nam spoke to the man, speaking to the gods, actually. This gift had to become a weapon. This gift had to become his new identity; something which shows his belonging into the Hrosha-Gul movement.

"I swear to give my life in service of Hrosha-Gul," Nam said, turning his head down, bowing a bit, and about to lower himself to his knees. Now this time had to come. The scary monster who Nam was afraid of was to take the Yuuzhan Vong as a member of his group. There was no turning back now. Nam could have run, but... he didn't. Even though he was unsure if it was the right choice, he was still there.

Weird.