Ululrek Ar'kuni the Holy of Faith, Chancellor of Eternal Night

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14. Fookload or Fookton

A large amount of something.

Example: After fighting an elven dagger specialist: That's a fookton of
blood!

15. Who the Fook Knows?

Signifies one does not know the answer to a question. (Do not use in Scion
interviews.)

16. Fookface

An idiot with a particularly idiotic expression demonstrating his or her
idiocy. Also made during breeding.

17. Clusterfook

A chaotic situation in which many mistakes are made.

Example: 96.3% of all Fortress raid defenses.

18. Inserted Fooking

Fook can also be inserted into any other word to add empha-fooking-sis.

19. Fook All

What you have when someone takes all your stuff out of your corpse.

20. As Fook

Used to add emphasis to any state of being.

Example: Tired as fook. Dead as fook. Broke as fook. Hungry as fook.

21. Fooked Over

When a person or organization has treated you unfairly.

Example: I got fooked over by the Tribunal.

22. Holy Fook!

Can be used to describe most paladins and some priests. Also an expression of
surprise and anger.

23. Motherfooker

An insult and nearly all adolescent-aged dwarves.

24. Fook my life!

Often used with a face palm, this expression asserts one's dissatisfaction
with their misfortune.

25. Go fook yourself!

A farewell used in conversations with dwarves.

26. What the Absolute Fook?

An expression of shock and incredulity with one's circumstance.

Hear endeth the fookin lesson.

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3. To be Royally Fooked

To be irreconcilably damaged beyond the possibility of repair. Also to be
stuck in any avalanche, crevice, bottomless fall, or other trap of death or
certain doom.

No relation to Imperials.

4. Dumbfook, Fookwit, Fookwad

A dumb, stupid, or unwanted individual. Usually refers to dwarvenkind.

5. Get the Fook Out of Here!

To be used upon liars, thieves, dwarves, skinny women, and boozeless
bartenders.

6. No Fooks Given

Used to express a lack of care or concern about something.

Example: I just murdered a dwarf. No fooks given, it's just a dwarf after
all.

7. What a Mindfook

Sometimes referred to as having one's mind blown. Could also refer to most
conversations with Einoh and Ishuli.

8. Fookery

Used to describe bullshit, tomfoolery, shenanigans, and other nonsense.

Used in a sentence: There is fookery afoot!

Can also be used to describe a brothel.

9. Buttfook or Buttfook-Akan

Used to describe a far-off and worthless location.

10. Fooked Up Beyond All Recognition or FUBAR

Self-evident.

11. The Noun "Fook"

A versatile word that can refer to breeding, a breeding experience or
partner, or a person.

12. Fooking Hell!

An expression of disbelief to be used in an exasperating situation. Like
being awake.

13. Fooking Whyisdan!

Used to describe a situation of such incredibly bad luck where one has surely
been fooked by Lord Whiysdan directly.

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Originally written for Ishuli's library, I thought this Primer might provide
a fun insight to Ululrek's speech.

"A Fookin Primer" - by Ululrek Ar'kuni, Duergar in Residence at the Eternal
Library


The word "fook" is an important part of classical Theran vernacular, and
should be well understood by any scholar. The word "fook" is the spice of
language, and is perhaps the most versatile of words in the Common tongue. It
can be used as a noun, adverb, an adjective, an interjection, or a modifier
to language of all kinds.

In this Primer we will discuss the use of the word "fook." Having studied
this document, you will be prepared to speak with eloquence and
sophistication. At this point, sensitive sorts can fook right off.

1. Fooking Synonyms

There are a multitude of variations to the word "fook." These include, but
are not limited to:

Fek
Farg
Fik
Fuq
Frig/Frigg
Fug/Fugg
Flip
Fak/Fakk
Fikfak

2. Fooking Races.

Each of Thera's Races can be described using "fook" in the following manner:

Feathered Fook: Arial
Floating Fook: Cloud Giant
Fishy Fook: Storm Giant (Also, "Fooking Trout.")
Flaming Fook: Fire Giant
Freezing Fook: Frost Giant
Plain Fook: Human
Half Fook: Half-elves and half-drow.
Short Fook: Gnomes
Stoney Fook: Svirfneblin
Dumb Fook: Orc
Horny Fook: Minotaur
Glowing Fook: Azure-Touched
Skinny Fook: Wood-Elf
Smart Fook: Dark-Elf
Pansy Fook: Elf
Scaley Fook: Saurian
Worthless Fook: Goblin
Greasy Fook: Duergar
Ugly Fook: Dwarf

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might take me life if I offend him, what the Witch would take away matters
more - me scholarship and studies.

The talk goes well. Jhalei ain't a fookin dummy, whether or not she's worthy
of the Chasm. In the Night, there be many secrets and I am careful to test
her worth without revealing too much. I think I strike the balance well, and
agree to set her to some tasks and recommend her to Lord Morius if she
succeeds at them. Plus, I gave myself a couple laughs at her expense. Job
done.

As I enter me guildhall my shadow smiles right at me. Odd. I don't recall my
shadow ever doing that before. "Oi, yer a handsome fook!" I say to it. With
that it rises out of the ground and materializes into Lord fookin Morius.

"I suppose we are, the benefits of our positions, no doubt," he says.

He goes on to say some real nice fookin crap about me. He says I am charming
and commanding, the prime example of a Scion who will succeed. He says I will
change the world. He says I will be Chancellor, and the speaker of the
Prophecy. I will determine what the Prophecy needs to know its fruition.

Which, more or less, is how I end up sharing breathing space with Lord
Morius.

As he departs me, I stand for the first time as Chancellor of the Night.
There is now so much to think about. The possibilities this gives for my
research are almost unfathomable. There are so many dimensions of suffering I
can work within now. I will continue to make others suffer with my
supplications and nut-kicker, of course. But now I can make pledges and
Scions suffer. And, perhaps most exciting of all, I can make the world suffer
through the Prophecy. Ideas already explode like fireworks in my mind. Now to
choose one...

Oh, and Jhalei? The tasks and the world broke him. The Night will never speak
his name. At best, he is a footnote in my research. The fook.

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Well fook me! Sometimes you end up in spot, and you just don't know how you
got there. That's how I felt with big 'ol Lord Morius leaning down, his
milky-white eyes right in front of mine. There's a smile on his face, and if
I look only with my eyes I might think it kind. My soul knows better. I try
to look brave. Sure of myself. I try not to pee.

Where did this all start?

It had been a day, that I can tell you. I awoke, as I often do, in the Shroud
of the Unspoken. It's a good place to rest so when you get up you can figure
where the Scepter is and maybe get the drop on your enemy in a retrieval.
Sure enough, on this day the Battleragers are keeping it in their Bone
Throne. The ranger Arrukal stands guard over the Village, and I know he's
likely to call in that big, stinking, fish-gut-smelling bastard Kardir the
paladin. Lord Morius might put a little fear in this duergar, but those two
fooks can't.

Before I start in on the fooks and the Village's giant guardian I hear from a
young conjurer called Jhalei. He wants a place with those in the Night. I
remember getting a scroll from. It was nothing special, but he's been a
pledge for a good bit of time as far as I can tell. I tell him to shut his
yapper and wait his turn. Blood first.

I welcome the simplicity of battle to consider this Jhalei. There's nothing
special in the battles, no one dies, everyone gets kicked in the nuts, and I
reclaim the Scepter for the Chasm. I note whether the young conjurer has any
patience, and I take my time restocking my potions.

A good Scion always has at least two good reasons to do something. Lord
Morius has asked me, like all Scions, to speak to pledges. The "request" of
Lord Morius be one sufficient reason to speak to pledges. Giving them tasks
to prove themselves is a way to cause a different kind of suffering and
bolsters my research.

I summon Jhalei to the path before Lord Morius' church. I don't tread within
out of respect for me Lady Witch, the sponsor of me research. Morius

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Ah memories....

"Like dis, ye fook." I watch as Torturemaster Grimwal slides his knife just
under the surface of the man's skin, methodically flaying it free of his
right arm. The man screams and tears fall from his clenched eyes.

Concentrating, I apply my knife to the man's left arm. I find his flesh
resists, and I press harder with my blade. At last the edge chunks into his
flesh, but too deep. The man gives a grunt of pain. I try to plow the knife
through his flesh, but it's too far below the surface. Instead of the long,
thin slice of skin the torturemaster got, I only manage a bloody chunk of
man-arm. Fook.

"Nah, ye fook!" Grimwal says, shaking his head. He smacks the back of my head
damn hard. "Watch 'gain!" The man trembles as Grimwal's knife moves
skillfully toward his right arm. The blade skims the surface and pulls free
another long, pink ribbon. The man writhes against his restraints, screaming
in blessed agony.

I screw up my brow thoughtfully. I reach my knife toward the left arm of the
trembling man. I scrape its dull edge across the surface of his skin, but get
no reward. I try sawing. The man contorts in agony, but I can tell it pales
in comparison to the torturemaster's work. I get another swat on the back of
my neck. Fook!

"Go sharpen tha damn thing!" Grimwal sneers. "Yer done fer tha day!"

And just like that, I have to wait to learn more about flaying. Fook!. Even
though I don't get that lesson, I get another one: tools matter.

That's why, many years later, I was so grateful to receive the path of Venoms
from the Witch Ishuli. The insidious poisons are perfect for conducting my
research. Her blessings on my research project are most welcome, and I have
begun. I've written a synopsis of the book I'll write, and will seek her out
to discuss it soon.

I also work hard for another tool: the powers of the Eternal Night. I have
been given a task by Lord Morius, and work to complete it in a satisfactory
manner.

Each day my power grows, and I learn a little more. Soon I will bring
suffering upon all of Thera. I will know what it takes to make men break in a
way that Torturemaster Grimwal and his head-smacks could never fathom.

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How much suffering can a man bear before he breaks? Truly, the answer must
depend upon the man. Or does it depend upon who or what is doing the
breaking? It is to these questions I, Ululrek Ar'kuni, Dedicate myself to
answering. I will know how to break a man, and by proxy I will know how to be
unbreakable.

Now, I realize this may sound like a plea to learn the powers of the shaman's
breaker path and so I wish to address this notion right off. While any boon
from the Lady Ishuli is welcome, the Breaker path may not be the best option
for my studies. Simply using the power of your god to tell a man to break
doesn't yield data on how much he could endure before breaking. In this
regard, any other shaman's path would be better for the research.

I first became interested in the topic working as a torturer. It's a good job
for a duergar, if somewhat cliche. My people were made for dungeons. But as a
professional torturer, one does not actually want to completely break one's
subject. There is typically a particular objective one is after - a bit of
information. If you completely break your mark they cannot provide reliable
information.

And no one tortures just for torture's sake. Usually.

But there I was, wanting to continue the pain of my victims long after they
gave up what I was paid to get. I could not sate my curiosity. I always
wondered, how much more can this one take? And, when I found out, I found I
could not wait for the next victim so that I might see what it took to break
them.

Eventually, my curiosity got me fired. No one wants a torturer who ends up
killing all the prisoners. Alas. At first I was upset, but I came to realize
I was free to pursue my studies on a grander scale. When I learned of the
Eternal Library, I found my true calling: to write the definitive work on
suffering.

Apart from this calling, I feel so little else is important. I was born in
Arkham to no-account parents who did little more than keep me alive. I have
no idea what they do now, and no desire to know. Though I consider myself a
scholar now, that trait did not appear until I found a topic worth studying.
I showed no particular gifts growing up.

I will seek out the Lady Ishuli to discuss my work, and its worthiness for
her Library. With her blessing I will go forth and unleash suffering on the
world and carefully measure the results. I intend to join the Scions of the
Eternal Night, for their aims would create a perfect environment for my
research.

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