Corruption Shall Conquer

[Rhonya]

“Help! They've gotten m-" Sadoks voice entered Rhonya's mind as she stood on the cold mountain, looking down at the village below. She didn’t want to be up here, at all. But… Was Sadok here? Had they found him? Rhonya turned towards the little building nearby. It could be a trick…
"Only way to save him is to touch it~"…
Rhonya paused in the doorway, standing next to Broxxus. She only heard herself ask if the building was empty, Siyahgosh standing in front of her. They said it was… She had to check.
"Or he'll die a slow... horrible, painful death~"
He had to be in here. She walked inside, looking around.
“HELP! RHONYA! DO WHAT THEY SA-" Sadoks voice was cut off again and an evil cackle sounded in her mind.
"Do it now..."
"HELP! DO I-"
"Do it! Before he dies... Tic-toc!"

He wasn’t in here! The room was empty. Did she have a choice?
She had seen it the moment her fingers touched the orb.
A deep panic had taken root in her mind, the visions flashing in front of her mind’s eye again and again. The dream, the vision… It had returned. Did it mean something? It had to mean something, if it was a reoccurring thing.

Again, the tribe dead around her feet. The faces had chanced a little though, it wasn’t the exact same image. Some things had changed, some orcs were gone from the vision, some others added to it. But the meaning remained the same. They were all dead in their own horrible, twisted ways, ice and blade and fire, no wounds at all, throats slashed and hearts pierced… The ground was slick with their blood and every face bore an expression of extreme agony and fear. And then there was the voice.

“Darkness shall prevail. Corruption shall conquer these lands. â€"He- shall return.”

Who was he? There was no time to think about it, they had to leave. She couldn’t let this happen to her tribe, the deaths she’d seen. She couldn’t… Sadok wasn’t here, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t save the rest of them from this horrible image.

No one seemed to listen to her though. She tried to tell them, to yell at them, the panic still there, their dead faces still fresh in her memory. They tried to stop her from getting away, dragging her further in only. She didn’t want to, they would die, couldn’t they see?!

At a certain moment Rhonya managed to get loose from their grip and started to make her own way outside, her mind completely overridden by the panic. She had to get out… she didn’t want to see this, not her tribe, not them. A shoe on her back stopped her however and Rhonya landed with her face in the snow again, not helping her panic and anger much. Why couldn’t they just let her go? Makaroth suddenly sat down in front of her, but all she could see was that image from before. He was dead, his form smoking and lined with greenish runes glowing all over his body, burned into his skin, the bone of his skull shining through underneath. He only spoke about staying… Did he want to die? Did he want to lose them all? With an angry snarl Rhonya moved around him, instead focusing her eyes on Kogra. Dear, sweet Kogra, standing there. But the image in Rhonya’s mind was something else.

Kogra, blue and black with cold, the frost having set in and covered completely in ice and snow… No, they had to get out of there, Kogra was her Gosh’kar, she’d listen. Rhonya just tried to grab her hand, and take the female with her, but suddenly something slammed into her and she fell again, pulling Kogra down with her on the ground.

Vanara, lying below her on the ground. Dead eyes looking at Rhonya, slices visible all over her body as if she’d been ripped apart by something with sharp nails, her entrails hanging out and covering the ground beneath them, the snow coloring red. Vanara wanted to die too. She didn’t want to let them go, to have Rhonya save at least one of them.

Vanara had to move. Rhonya felt herself going more and more angry with them all, her hand warming up in reaction to her anger. Fire was with her. Fire would help her. Help the tribe. However, a big block of ice suddenly was in front of her, between herself and Vanara. Her hand slammed on the ice, but it was no use. The flame in her hand died out and she growled angrily, instead just turning back to Kogra, Rhonya started to walk, dragging the weaker female with her. She couldn’t explain it right now, they just had to leave, couldn’t they see?

Rhonya saw Mozrogg standing at the edge as she passed him, but all he was in her mind’s eye was a corpse, dried up and the skin pulled tight over his features, as if he had starved to death, or something had sucked all the blood from him, making him incredibly pale and emaciated. Quickly Rhonya walked on, not wanting to see.

She almost started to calm down a little as Rhonya managed to make her way through the snow, away from it all, pulling her gosh’kar with her. The only one who would listen.
Suddenly an arm grabbed her though, and she turned to look at Gridish his face. It looked normal for a moment before the memory of the vision replaced it, and she was looking at his mangled dead form instead, black blood running from his eyesockets, his nose and his mouth. His eyes were completely black, it was hard to see in the storm if they were even still there. She felt herself being lifted over his shoulder and pulled the other way. Struggling, Rhonya managed to kick him, to which he let her go, but only to be handed over into someone else his arms. She couldn’t see who it was, but looking down she only saw the bloody form and ripped apart armor, leaving bloody footprints in the snow.

Rhonya tried to shout. To hit him, to let her go, to make them see they were going the wrong way-.. And then everything went black as something hit her in the face, and she sank into the blissful darkness of unconsciousness.

[Gridish]

I think it's safe to say that we can all blame Revax for this. His wisdom didn't help us last night.. May we rest in pepperonis.

Good read, Rhonya x]