#yurtrus

[petulant-poet]

I cannot beLIEVE I never posted these old passes at the Orcish pantheon (and Gruumsh’s bum of a brother) so enjoy

[comparativetarot]

Five of Cups. Art by Jon Sacha, from Goblins & Gardens.

Yurtrus has found himself in a sticky situation. The Orc God of death and disease sought solitude in the desert canyons and made some new friends. When you’re surrounded by a 120 foot cloud of noxious gas friends can be hard to come by. So, you can imagine Yurtrus’ delight when he noticed that the Huernia Cacti could not only survive his fumes, they could thrive in the clutches of his toxic hands! But now he’s got a new host problems. The Huernias seem to have taken up a permanent residence on his virulent vessel! Where to go from here?

Are you ready to move on? Because you seem hung up on the past; primarily your mind is fixated on a failure. Accept the loss, grieve, and move on, or risk being lost in a desert of emotions when in fact there’s plenty of water (opportunity) around you.