Post by Grokus on Apr 17, 2007 19:25:39 GMT -5
The sun in Orgrimmar often was too bright for his eyes; a candle in a dark room was often too much in fact. Seeing himself in a pool of water showed him what he already knew, the pupils of his eyes had turned to a light grey, and his skin a sickly pale green, painting the picture of an orc too long in the shadows. Proving to his master he no longer needing the light he once craved. Grokus eyed himself, his dark blue lips twisting into a cruel smile as he called his Worg. Rhoak came running, its hair thick with blood drawn up from Grokus’ all too repeated and cruel whippings. Rhoak no longer tried to playfully throw his master from his seat.
“Hello again Brother” Grokus’s speaking stone burst forth, It was the new member of the Hammers, “Salthair must be trying to annoy me to the light” he thought, his mind aching as he grabbed his skin of blue ale, taking a long drink before he replied.
“I am no Brother to you.” Grokus hissed
“No? Then you are alone? Is it because you fear having a
Brother?” Dralto asked politely.
“I have warned this one to leave me be” Grokus mind spat images of him tearing at the hammers dead flesh with his teeth “The shadows keep me company enough…” He cackled in pure delight as the images danced in his head”…and soon they will keep you.”
“Would you like to meet me at least once before you must kill me?” Dralto asked, again with no sign of disdain
“Yes” Grokus chuckled “meet meat, please, do tell me
Where…”
“I have always been told that the sea is beautiful.” Dralto said forlornly. “I would like to see a place called Senjin at least once before I die. It is not as if you can't kill me at a whim. Meet me there.” He said in a final tone.
Grokus grunted as he prepared to ride as quickly as he could to Senjin village, Rhoak’s blood misted in the air as Grokus pushed him as fast as he could go.
“Do not hide.” Dralto added after he had not heard a reply “After all I wish to see my killer if I am to die. I pose no threat to a werewolf; I doubt I am a threat to you.”
“I doubt you are alone...meat, meet you say, and meet will shall, once I have had a look around.” Grokus said as he dismissed Rhoak, panting and licking at his fresh wounds.
“I am sitting south of a big dead fish, watching the water, come sit with me Grokus.” Dralto added in a friendly tone as if he had not heard anything of what Grokus had said to him.
The days of his heart racing when he was about to kill had long since left him; it was a dull thudding in his head that kept him company now. He saw Dralto sitting by a shark hung by its tail. A human fishing close by, the colour of the ocean was black, a product of Goblin engineering he assumed.
“You invite death to you, and he finds you watching a Human fish? Do you expect it to save you?” Grokus cackles at Dralto.
“No not really, I am just enjoying the ocean.” Dralto said.
The anger in Grokus welled up from looking at this impudent dead human. “Filthy Human” Grokus said as he spat on the human that was nearby fishing. “And filthy dead, they go quite well together.” Grokus added as he eyed Dralto as a lion would meat.
“Humans are mostly stupid, Undead are mostly dead. Why do you want to kill me?” Dralto asked, looking directly into Grokus’s pale grey pupils.
“So we have met meat…” Grokus interrupted “…What is it you mean to tell me before you...” Grokus paused mid thought as he saw the Human come closer towards him and Dralto, Knuckles white on the inside of his claw and on the hilt of his dagger, waiting for the human to strike.
“Hey mon, why ya spit on me? I just be helpless fisherman” The human said in orcish, with a deep troll accent.
“I know that voice” Grokus said, more to himself then anyone around him.
“Me?” The fisherman replied, as he removed the spell that cast him as a fisherman. Darkness surrounded a tall troll dripping wet; with sea weed braided in his hair.
Grokus raised his lips into a deep snarl “Leave this place priest, NO ONE, has asked for you here”
“But de Ancients command me ta stay” Salthair said matter-of-factly
“Not so, I asked him.” Dralto chimed in, only to be drowned out by Grokus cackling.
“Always were stupid troll, the Ancients turn a deaf ear to you, even now the murky water does nothing to help you.” His pale eyes showing none of the mirth his laugh let on.
“Ah, but murky water can hide many secrets” Salthair smiled self satisfied.
“Zealot word games again with you...at least die with your mouth shut” Anger and Hatred rising in Grokus’s head and face, ready to lash out at Salthair, his mind re-playing the night he saw him cavorting with Janka and Robauk.
“But when have ya ever seen ol' Salty wit de shut mout?” Salthair replied smiling.
“I believe I shall kill you slowly so you can watch me eat the flesh of this dead one.” Grokus said calmly. The thought of killing them both washing over him like a cool breeze “At that point Mouth open or closed I do not…” Grokus broke off to face the murky water sure he had heard someone wince. His concentration was back on Salthair an instant later the though of killing him to much of a draw to continue to stare at the open water.
“Ye speak blasphemy Grokus. But dat not be a new ting for ya is it?” Salthair said for the first time leaving his calm tone behind for a tone of disgust and pity.
“Not since I have a new path” Grokus said smiling, absent mindedly tapping the skin of dark blue ale at his side. “The shadow has shown me more than the flames ever have”
“Aye, me too… But dat pat be not yer own” Salthair said, sadly.
“This path IS my own” Grokus spat back, voice again full of anger and hatred.
“The shadow only shows death.” Dralto said, rising to his feet, not caring if anyone had heard him.
“De shadow has shown me many tings; many terrible tings” Salthair said.
“Yes and makes you feel alive” Grokus said smiling his cruel smile at Salthair. “You have no idea of the wonderful things it has let me do…”
“NOW!” Salthair yelled without hesitation.
Yagrek and Quamutei were the first out of the instantly clear water and first to grab hold of Grokus’s arms. As Grokus fought to turn he saw they were not alone. The heads of an unknown female forsaken, Janka, and Kerrig emerged. ”GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME” he had time to yell before he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, Janka had attempted to sap him, he knew the shadows were the only thing that had kept his body moving. That was when he had felt the rough hands, stinking of metal, grab his shoulders, he knew it was his blood brother Kerrig before Yagrek even spoke.
“Into the water with him Kerrig” Yagrek said, with no hint of agitation.
“Oh Deep One!” Salthair bellowed, so that even Grokus could hear his pleas with his head fully submerged “Purify dis lost chil'!”
Grokus body fought without his mind; struggling to get his left arm free of the grasp of Yagrek. ”Janka, Quam” Yagrek said forcefully “Hold him under with us”.
“With pleasure” Janka said; as the nameless undead watched on in horror from the shore.
As Grokus breathlessly called to the shadows to save him, he heard Salthair finish his chant. “Take 'im inta de bosom o' yer dark
Waters an' make 'im whole again!”
Grokus felt the rest of his air being sucked into the water as if forced; his eyes went blank as his soul left his body. The rest of them stood in awe as a blue substance leaked from Grokus’s mouth and lips, more so then a stomach could hold. Janka laughed as she watched the light go out of Grokus’s eyes while Salthair and Yagrek as if working by a single mind, sprinkled salt water and placed cleansing totems on the blue substance watching it disintegrate in the water.
Dralto was the first to speak after it is done “Interesting....” he said as he watched Salthair, still waist deep in the water staring at Grokus’s dead body.
“Let us leave him in the waters” Yagrek said to the rest of the faithful, knowing that only Salthair can perform the next step. “Our brother will do the rest.”
Light encased Salthair as he asked the Ancients for help; still staring at Grokus he bellowed once more. “Let 'im be reborn an' emerge from de water a new chil' o' de Ancients!”
As light fled into Grokus, Salthair collapsed with exhaustion, His brothers Yagrek and Quamutei holding him on his feet by his arms. They all watched as a different Orc stood, His unstained lips parted, and dark eyes darting around wildly at the group who stood before him.
“Brodder? Grokus?” Salthair asked weakly.
“Salthair…” Grokus said as his eyes jumped from one person to another. ”…Janka…what have I done?…” He said almost sobbing “…The boy…his mother” Grokus looked around once more before yelling into the wind “What have I done!?” No longer able to stand the look of their eyes on him Grokus throws a handful of light erupting dust at the ground, finding his way towards Orgrimmar, one place on his mind.
“Hello again Brother” Grokus’s speaking stone burst forth, It was the new member of the Hammers, “Salthair must be trying to annoy me to the light” he thought, his mind aching as he grabbed his skin of blue ale, taking a long drink before he replied.
“I am no Brother to you.” Grokus hissed
“No? Then you are alone? Is it because you fear having a
Brother?” Dralto asked politely.
“I have warned this one to leave me be” Grokus mind spat images of him tearing at the hammers dead flesh with his teeth “The shadows keep me company enough…” He cackled in pure delight as the images danced in his head”…and soon they will keep you.”
“Would you like to meet me at least once before you must kill me?” Dralto asked, again with no sign of disdain
“Yes” Grokus chuckled “meet meat, please, do tell me
Where…”
“I have always been told that the sea is beautiful.” Dralto said forlornly. “I would like to see a place called Senjin at least once before I die. It is not as if you can't kill me at a whim. Meet me there.” He said in a final tone.
Grokus grunted as he prepared to ride as quickly as he could to Senjin village, Rhoak’s blood misted in the air as Grokus pushed him as fast as he could go.
“Do not hide.” Dralto added after he had not heard a reply “After all I wish to see my killer if I am to die. I pose no threat to a werewolf; I doubt I am a threat to you.”
“I doubt you are alone...meat, meet you say, and meet will shall, once I have had a look around.” Grokus said as he dismissed Rhoak, panting and licking at his fresh wounds.
“I am sitting south of a big dead fish, watching the water, come sit with me Grokus.” Dralto added in a friendly tone as if he had not heard anything of what Grokus had said to him.
The days of his heart racing when he was about to kill had long since left him; it was a dull thudding in his head that kept him company now. He saw Dralto sitting by a shark hung by its tail. A human fishing close by, the colour of the ocean was black, a product of Goblin engineering he assumed.
“You invite death to you, and he finds you watching a Human fish? Do you expect it to save you?” Grokus cackles at Dralto.
“No not really, I am just enjoying the ocean.” Dralto said.
The anger in Grokus welled up from looking at this impudent dead human. “Filthy Human” Grokus said as he spat on the human that was nearby fishing. “And filthy dead, they go quite well together.” Grokus added as he eyed Dralto as a lion would meat.
“Humans are mostly stupid, Undead are mostly dead. Why do you want to kill me?” Dralto asked, looking directly into Grokus’s pale grey pupils.
“So we have met meat…” Grokus interrupted “…What is it you mean to tell me before you...” Grokus paused mid thought as he saw the Human come closer towards him and Dralto, Knuckles white on the inside of his claw and on the hilt of his dagger, waiting for the human to strike.
“Hey mon, why ya spit on me? I just be helpless fisherman” The human said in orcish, with a deep troll accent.
“I know that voice” Grokus said, more to himself then anyone around him.
“Me?” The fisherman replied, as he removed the spell that cast him as a fisherman. Darkness surrounded a tall troll dripping wet; with sea weed braided in his hair.
Grokus raised his lips into a deep snarl “Leave this place priest, NO ONE, has asked for you here”
“But de Ancients command me ta stay” Salthair said matter-of-factly
“Not so, I asked him.” Dralto chimed in, only to be drowned out by Grokus cackling.
“Always were stupid troll, the Ancients turn a deaf ear to you, even now the murky water does nothing to help you.” His pale eyes showing none of the mirth his laugh let on.
“Ah, but murky water can hide many secrets” Salthair smiled self satisfied.
“Zealot word games again with you...at least die with your mouth shut” Anger and Hatred rising in Grokus’s head and face, ready to lash out at Salthair, his mind re-playing the night he saw him cavorting with Janka and Robauk.
“But when have ya ever seen ol' Salty wit de shut mout?” Salthair replied smiling.
“I believe I shall kill you slowly so you can watch me eat the flesh of this dead one.” Grokus said calmly. The thought of killing them both washing over him like a cool breeze “At that point Mouth open or closed I do not…” Grokus broke off to face the murky water sure he had heard someone wince. His concentration was back on Salthair an instant later the though of killing him to much of a draw to continue to stare at the open water.
“Ye speak blasphemy Grokus. But dat not be a new ting for ya is it?” Salthair said for the first time leaving his calm tone behind for a tone of disgust and pity.
“Not since I have a new path” Grokus said smiling, absent mindedly tapping the skin of dark blue ale at his side. “The shadow has shown me more than the flames ever have”
“Aye, me too… But dat pat be not yer own” Salthair said, sadly.
“This path IS my own” Grokus spat back, voice again full of anger and hatred.
“The shadow only shows death.” Dralto said, rising to his feet, not caring if anyone had heard him.
“De shadow has shown me many tings; many terrible tings” Salthair said.
“Yes and makes you feel alive” Grokus said smiling his cruel smile at Salthair. “You have no idea of the wonderful things it has let me do…”
“NOW!” Salthair yelled without hesitation.
Yagrek and Quamutei were the first out of the instantly clear water and first to grab hold of Grokus’s arms. As Grokus fought to turn he saw they were not alone. The heads of an unknown female forsaken, Janka, and Kerrig emerged. ”GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME” he had time to yell before he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, Janka had attempted to sap him, he knew the shadows were the only thing that had kept his body moving. That was when he had felt the rough hands, stinking of metal, grab his shoulders, he knew it was his blood brother Kerrig before Yagrek even spoke.
“Into the water with him Kerrig” Yagrek said, with no hint of agitation.
“Oh Deep One!” Salthair bellowed, so that even Grokus could hear his pleas with his head fully submerged “Purify dis lost chil'!”
Grokus body fought without his mind; struggling to get his left arm free of the grasp of Yagrek. ”Janka, Quam” Yagrek said forcefully “Hold him under with us”.
“With pleasure” Janka said; as the nameless undead watched on in horror from the shore.
As Grokus breathlessly called to the shadows to save him, he heard Salthair finish his chant. “Take 'im inta de bosom o' yer dark
Waters an' make 'im whole again!”
Grokus felt the rest of his air being sucked into the water as if forced; his eyes went blank as his soul left his body. The rest of them stood in awe as a blue substance leaked from Grokus’s mouth and lips, more so then a stomach could hold. Janka laughed as she watched the light go out of Grokus’s eyes while Salthair and Yagrek as if working by a single mind, sprinkled salt water and placed cleansing totems on the blue substance watching it disintegrate in the water.
Dralto was the first to speak after it is done “Interesting....” he said as he watched Salthair, still waist deep in the water staring at Grokus’s dead body.
“Let us leave him in the waters” Yagrek said to the rest of the faithful, knowing that only Salthair can perform the next step. “Our brother will do the rest.”
Light encased Salthair as he asked the Ancients for help; still staring at Grokus he bellowed once more. “Let 'im be reborn an' emerge from de water a new chil' o' de Ancients!”
As light fled into Grokus, Salthair collapsed with exhaustion, His brothers Yagrek and Quamutei holding him on his feet by his arms. They all watched as a different Orc stood, His unstained lips parted, and dark eyes darting around wildly at the group who stood before him.
“Brodder? Grokus?” Salthair asked weakly.
“Salthair…” Grokus said as his eyes jumped from one person to another. ”…Janka…what have I done?…” He said almost sobbing “…The boy…his mother” Grokus looked around once more before yelling into the wind “What have I done!?” No longer able to stand the look of their eyes on him Grokus throws a handful of light erupting dust at the ground, finding his way towards Orgrimmar, one place on his mind.
