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« on: August 08, 2015, 01:08:54 PM »
An image slowly takes form, blurry, but still an image. The silhouette of an orc sitting on his knees takes form, seen from his back.
That was all that Kronnor can see for a couple minutes, a lone orc on his knees surrounded by complete darkness. Yet, he can not see who that orc is, being just a shape, a shadow. Suddenly the whole picture starts to form. Thick jungle appears slowly all around, the image becoming clear.
He can now see perfectly all around him, the jungle, the orc sitting on his knees and the dead orcs around him. From the looks of them he can see they are Bleeding Hollow. Then he looks back at the mysterious orc. He could see a brown cloak, torn and shredded by the fighting, and spiked pauldronds of a similar color.
He goes forward, intrigued by that sight, curious to find out why does that particular orc look so familiar. As he gets closer, he realizes that the orc has a spear near him, blade of an intense red from being covered in blood, but broken in two.
He stops in shock. That couldn't be... He starts to breath in panic realizing what is really happening. That was his spear, his cloak, he was that orc. He rushes to see the orc from the front. His eyes fall on the orcs face, covered by a beastmask. Cut wounds and bruises were barely visible through the blood on the face, making Kronnor to turn around for a second, making him think about what was going on.
He gazes again at that other him, seeing the dozen arrows piercing his chest. He keeps staring at the dead orc until the image starts to become blurry again, followed by complete darkness.
He suddenly wakes up and throws a quick look around him. Ice walls were surrounding him, he was still in the same cave from Frostfire Ridge. He hears a familiar howl, before Bloodmane comes to him. He gently pets him on the head, smiling weary.
"I do not know what to think of this." He stops for a second before continuing. "This might be that fate that Siyahgosh saw in his cards. The sacrifice without a purpose. But I did not see any of the Red Blades dead there. Yet, the broken bloodied blade of my spear might be the interpretation for the fall of the tribe. I need to make sure that will not happen, even if I will end up the same as in the vision."
He looks at Bloodmane, his smile becoming bolder, getting back on his feet.
"Alright, old friend. Let's go meet our destiny!"
((OOC: this is my attempt to explain why Kronnor was not around for that much time ICly, also this is the first time I write something like this, so I understand it wont be perfect))
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