# Larogak’s Oath Larogak was king for one day less than a year. And after him, his first son Nagka was king. Nagka ruled four-score and three days less than two-score years times seven. In the last hour of his reign, Nagka laid his scepter down upon the sands by the sea and bade his father’s soul return, for a trouble had come that Nagka could not master. And immediately, Nagka breathed his last and died and was gathered to his people. And Larogak was king once more. Larogak was king for one day less than a year. And after him, his second son Isser was king. Isser ruled six-score years and two days less than twice a gross plus three. In the last hour of his reign, Isser laid his scepter down upon the sands by the sea and bade his father’s soul return, for an adversary had come that Isser could not thwart. And immediately, Isser breathed his last and died and was gathered to his people. And Larogak was king once more. Larogak was king for one day less than a year. And after him were kings unnumbered. The last of these was Orindur, who ruled for a time that was one hour more than it took to flee from the Battle of Pra'xirek to the shore of the shaking sea. In the last hour of his reign, Orindur laid his scepter down upon the sands by the sea and bade his great-father’s soul return, for a foe had come that he could not best. And immediately, Orindur breathed his last and died and was gathered to his people. And Larogak was king once more. Larogak was king for one day less than a year. And after him were no more kings, for the foe that had come, he could not repel. In the last hour of his reign, Larogak threw his scepter into the sea and cried out in a voice that shook the firmament, saying, “O, ye watchers! Ye who wait in the furthest dark! Hear me, the firstborn son of the storm! Heed the oath of the last king of the giants, that ye may claim his mournful soul! “For one day less than the life of this age, bid me endure! For one day less than the life of this age, bid my strength not to falter, and my wrath not to fade, ’til vengeance be mine! “The wings of the burners, I will tear from their backs! And as for him whose thrice-cursëd voice spoke the breaking of my people, bid my head not to rest, and my eyes not to close, ‘fore I rip his gilded jaws apart with my bare fucking hands!”