White as Snow

[Gridish]

Darkness of the night covers the icy lands of Frostfire. Heavy gusts of wind displacing snow all across the lands. Patches of blood stained snow scattered in drops across patches of the land, carried by the restless winds. Few Thunderlord bodies covered partially in snow and an unconscious Gridish. Slowly coming to, Gridish sits up slowly. A sharp pain shoots through his head and he squints his eyes. As he tries to reach for his head, he notices his hands are shackled by chains. Slowly trying to recall the past hours, Gridish starts inspecting his surroundings. “Where in Grom’s name am I… And what happened.” He mutters to himself before looking at his shackles again. Icy wind blowing against the wound on his head, feeling like sharp knives cutting his skin as he tries to recall recent events and slowly tries to get to his feet, just to tumble down once again. Disorientated, nauseous, cold and weak, Gridish tries to call out over the spirit link. Patiently waiting for a response. “Ghrm… Feckin useless. Even if it works, no one responds.” He mutters under his breath as he looks at the shackles again. Not able to think of anything else, Gridish starts concentrating on casting a spell to remove the shackles, but without prevail. Stunned and unable to understand what is going on he looks around again, but gets interrupted by a weird feeling around his neck. “What…?” He slowly reaches up to his neck, just to find a chain wrapped quite tightly around his neck. On it a charm of sorts. The wind continues to roar fiercely over the icy lands. Shivering and unable to grasp any sense of the situation, Gridish once again tries to get to his feet. As he pushes himself up, a loud screech echoes from behind him. Before he can turn around to inspect the source, a rock hits him in the back of the head and everything goes black.

A vile stench of rotting flesh engulfs the cave in Frostfire. Laying on his back, Gridish slowly opens his eyes, looking up to the ceiling of the cave. His senses numbed as he flickers in and out of consciousness. The uncomfortable, icy cold, stone floor, littered with pebbles, rocks and bones. He slowly tilts his head as he’s unable to call upon the power to move the rest of his body. Nothing but darkness surrounds the sight of Gridish. He tilts his head, looking down at his hands that are still bound by shackles, then readjusts his head again, staring at the ceiling of the cave. Motionless, Gridish lays on the floor for a few minutes, thinking. Trying to recall what happened before he blacked out once again. “Somethin hit me…” He thinks.  “On the back of the head.. but what? Thunderlords?” once again Gridish tilts his head, looking around the cave. “No. This doesn’t look like a place Thunderlords would keep their prisoners.” A soft sigh escapes Gridish’ breath. “If only I knew what happened…” he thought again and tilted his head to the other side. Suddenly, as he tilts his head, a silhouette moved. Panic started to hit Gridish as he was defenseless to what creature might be watching him. “Who are ye!” Gridish yelled, before squinting his eyes in pain he just caused his head. The silhouette didn’t respond, not even a twitch. Gridish kept his sight fixated on the silhouette. Not a single movement, from either of them.  Behind Gridish, displacement of bones, pebbles and rocks can be heard. At first very distant, but slowly closing in on the orc. Gridish fixates his sight on the sound of the movement, not certain what to do. If it would be a Thunderlord, he would give himself up. If it would be a wild creature, than Gridish could be occupying its home and it would certainly attack, but if it’s a Red Blade, he would be safe.Gridish assesses the situation and decides to stay silent, but keeps his sight fixated on the direction the sounds are coming from. Silence. The sounds fade and there is complete and utter silence. No movement, no sound, no nothing. Just the shallow breaths and a pounding heart is all he hears. Suddenly, two ghostly lights appear out of nowhere, coming from a silhouette. He has seen those ghostly lights before. “Blackblade..?” Gridish says in a whispering tone. As if it was a response to his whisper, more pairs of ghostly lights appear from the silhouettes and Gridish notices quite swiftly that he’s surrounded by unknown creatures.

With every last bit of power Gridish has, he jolts up to his knees, still too disorientated to rise to his feet. He stares at the silhouettes surrounding him and he crawls back into a wall. “WHO ARE YE.” Gridish yells as panic starts to take over. The glowing eyes and their silhouettes slowly start making way torwards Gridish. “STAY BACK” Gridish continues to yell, trying to think of options he still might have. As if the spirits were watching over him, Gridish felt a surge of arcane energy running through his veins. Without hesitation, Gridish sends a frostbolt torwards the silhouettes. With a tremendous speed, the silhouettes jolted aside, avoiding the frostbolt that Gridish has sent for them, however they weren’t interested in Gridish anymore. Instead they made way to the spot of impact of the frostbolt. “The fell…? They are attracted by arcan-…’ As the thought rushed through his mind, he finally realized what he was facing. “Paleskins…. They are attracted to arcane.” Gridish looks around, then reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a small bottle of ink. Still chained in the shackles, Gridish holds the pot close to his mouth, pulls the cork out with his teeth and places the pot on the floor. He dips one of his fingers into the pot, turns to the wall and starts drawing. “Please work…” he says muttering under his breath while drawing on the cave wall. After a short amount of time, the paleskins are digging and clawing the spot of impact left behind by the frostbolt while Gridish finishes drawing on the wall. He crawls back a bit and looks at his hands before returning his vision to the wall. He rests his hands on the wall drawing and starts chanting a spell. The Paleskins swiftly change their attention from the small essence of arcane to the casting arcanist and stare at him and at the wall. As Gridish chants, the drawing on the wall starts lighting up with a blue/purple’ish tint of light. Ear deafening  screeches arise from the Paleskins’ their mouths while Gridish continues to chant. Just as Gridish finishes his chanting, the paleskins jolt to Gridish, toss him aside with a brutal force and hog the painting on the wall. An arcane rune appeared on the wall, emitting an arcane aura attracting the paleskins. Gridish lands on his back and gasps for air as the last bit of energy he had left had been dedicated to the rune on the wall. He closes his eyes and sighs as he had bought himself some time, for now.

[Rhonya]

((Oh noes, poor Griddy! Good read, wondering now how we're gonna find him back If we do.. muahah. xD))