[center][sup]The Rise of Kul[/sup][/center]
[center]Smor'Gen'Blok[/center]“Worse? Can be no worse. What demand Wor make?” Za’Kul couldn’t imagine what else the High Wor required of his meager people. They had already ‘given’ the Wor everything. Many of the Kul worked for the Wor: mining, forging, picking. Could they be demanding [i]all[/i] of the scraps of tunnel the Kul had to themselves? A sacrifice for a ritual? It made no sense.

“Nothing for Kul to give!” a growl muddled alongside a shout carried Za’Kul’s incensed declaration against the walls and through the maw of the cave he and Ju’Kul walked down.  A horde of guards stood guarding its exit; two of which he knew: Da’Kul and Sa’do’Kul. One, Da’Kul was younger than his company--around Za’Kul’s age in fact. He was quiet for a Lok’Sha, and Za’Kul had only heard whispers of the node ritual he underwent, the sacrifice it required.

To feel pain for Lok’Sha was a given, but to [i]desire[/i] to feel more than one already would during his potential century of existence was something Za’Kul could not fathom. More, he was not brave enough to do the same for himself--or so he thought.