Gorlaug the Corrupter
Our dead deity
During the Battle at the Geyser with Bolgir,
Grick the Shaman stared in open awe at the geyser of pure magic spraying out of the ground.
Calling upon the spirits, he asks them for answers.
The world seems to melt away around him. hIs ears, formerly filled with the screams and struggles of combat, become strangely muted.
Then suddenly in the spirit world Grick, stood before the spirit of GORLAUG THE CORRUPTOR.
In life, the dragon was terrifying – Grick had only ever seen him awake once in his life, as a youngling.
In death, his spirit had lost none of its overpowering malice and malignancy.
Grick knelt in a spotlight with no perception of the material world around him. Anyone looking at him only saw the whites of his eyes, and none of the iris. Flapping his mighty wings and elevating himself with his magic, GORLAUG regarded his petty servant. Grick was buffeted by the spiritual gale that his ghostly wings kicked up with every flap.
Without waiting for Grick’s questions, the dragon spoke. His voice filled Grick’s skull until it felt as if it might burst.
The pain was ecstatic.
“THERE IS NOT MUCH TIME, THRALL. THE MAGIC YOU SEE ERUPTING FROM THE EARTH IS MY ESSENCE, THE MAGIC OF MY SOUL THAT HAS PERMEATED MY DOMAIN.
YOU SURVIVING KOBOLDS, LAST OF MY SERVANTS, WILL SERVE AS MY AGENTS IN THE MORTAL WORLD.
STRIKE DOWN THE OPPORTUNIST BOLGIR AND THE MAGIC WILL FLOW INTO YOU AND STRENGTHEN YOU.
DO NOT FAIL ME. IF YOU DIE…I WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE.
I HAVE CHOSEN THE PALADIN THAT SLEW ME AS MY VESSEL.
YOUR QUEST TO AVENGE ME WILL PROVIDE THE MEANS FOR MY RESURRECTION.
GO NOW, AND BRING SWIFT DEATH TO THE INVADERS IN MY NAME."