MSNPC K'Nubis - Purified by Pain (NT)

2019-01-06 22:40:59

*((Hidden Temple of Molor))*

::K'Nubis sat over a dusty tome, running his fingers lightly throug=
h the
flame of a candle - slowly enough that he could feel the fire bite at him.
It flickered weakly in the ancient hall, but held bright illumination
against the void of darkness encompassing the room.

The words and lore were a constant reminder of his path, his purpose, his
calling. He took in the words of Molor and savored them, for they were his
truth and he was their voice. The true path of the Klingons had been lost
with the traitor Kahless, and had plunged the Klingon Empire into weakness
and complacency.

He stood slowly, his expression almost vacant as he walked the length of
the hall, his robes dragging through the dust of the ruin behind him.
Exiting the sacred place, two acolytes took up position behind him as he
walked. Not a whisper was spoken. Their armor was accented with a dark
maroon cape and was adorned with the symbol of Molor, a ceremonial Mek=E2=
=80=99Leth
strapped to their waists.

He entered a similarly dark chapel and walked the central path between a
gathering of his followers who dared not speak in his presence. The edges
of the room were lined with candelabrum and a small stone alter stained
with blood stood at its head. He took his place before it and silently
regarded those before him as the two acolytes that had followed him took up
positions at opposite sides of the room.

K'Nubis: Children of Molor, I stand before you as the humble servan=
t of our
great father. ::His voice was calm and soft but almost hollow as though
void of any emotion.:: I come to you this day with grave news, for one of
our own dear brothers has failed in his duty to our cause.

::He looked out over the assembled. A rag tag group of Klingons and a
number of other species - all brought together in search of something
greater than themselves. His eyes stopped on a fellow Klingon - one who=E2=
=80=99s
stoicism was betrayed by the sweat upon his brow and the trembling of his
hand.::

K'Nubis: I call forward Trok son of Kurod. Present yourself to the
judgement of Molor and state your transgression.

::The man stepped forward with a brave face and set his ceremonial Mek=E2=
=80=99Leth
upon the small alter.::

Trok: I present myself to the mercy of Molor that he may allow atonement
for my weakness. ::He held his head high, but the faint tremble in his
voice betrayed his confidence.:: I sent an encrypted transmission to my
sister in the hope of alleviating her concerns for my safety. ::A deafening
silence stifled the air as he paused before continuing.:: This was foolish,
and forbidden. I seek correction and alignment.

K'Nubis: I hear this plea and grant reformation. ::His voice hollow=
 and
unwavering.:: May your purification through pain be an enlightenment to us
all.

::The man took a knee and braced himself for what may come. Two acolytes
approached from the back of the room carrying an urn and placed it on the
altar before Trok.::

K'Nubis: We can all count ourselves blessed for this reminder. That=
 those
that follow Molor are the only true family worth value. Through our true
brothers and sisters we find strength, and in all others we are compelled
to actions of selfish compassion and weakness. This is not the true way.

::K'Nubis took the urn and knelt calmly before Trok, offering it ou=
t to
him. Its contents a swarm of small creatures known far and wide for the
ability to cause excruciating agony in all that came in contact with them.
Roughly translated from their Lethean homeworld - Hornet Eels.

Trok looked to the dark opening - his breathing becoming more rapid until
he pulled in all the breath he had and held it, plunging his hand into the
urn and all of the anguish that awaited him. There was the slightest moment
when all was quiet, but any hope of an aversion to punishment was quickly
dismissed when his teeth barred and his body tensed with a heavy groan as
he grit his teeth. His pride kept his mouth shut as his warrior spirit
compelled him to remain strong - but only for so long.

He howled in agony and attempted to pull his hand back but K'Nubis =
was
ready. He grabbed the tortured man's arm firmly and forced it down. His
calm expression breaking only with a small curl of his lip - enough to hint
at a quiet rage as he asserted his dominance and authority.

Finally - Trok collapsed to the ground, his body no longer able to endure
the punishment. K'Nubis extracted the damaged hand and set the url =
calmly
back upon the altar and composed himself.::

K'Nubis: Let us all celebrate the blessing that has enlightened us =
through
our brother. Today he has been made stronger, and his faith and duty
bolstered. Never again will he commit such a misguided blunder, for he has
been purified by pain. It will forever be a reminder of his mistake, and
will help guide him on the true path. The path to a stronger Klingon Empire
- One that is not weakened by the frailty of personal agendas and the
follies of ambition. Unity is the only path to dominance, and self interest
is the enemy of unity.

::His sermon was short - his lesson over. The display had sent the intended
message. Dismissed, the assembled dispersed.  Trok still lay passed out
before the altar, sweat pouring down his face and his hand covered in
painful welts and discolorations.

K'nubis stepped over him as two acolytes once again took their plac=
e at his
side as he departed the room. It was time to get back to business - there
was much to be done, and there was no more room for mistakes.::



*K'Nubis son of TekkThe Voice of Molor*

*As simmed by:*



*Major KroMarine Commanding OfficerStarbase 118 OpsC239205AF0*

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