spiritual Eccentric Visions and a Hint of Resistance

[Barbog 447]

A Hint of Resistance

Eccentric Visions

A runty little goblin sits alone in his blarg, surrounded by complete silence, aside from slow, labored breaths. The shutters lie open, and a gust blows through the household. With it, the bones that adorn the goblin rattle and clank against one another; a soft noise, but in the quiet of the home, it sounds a mournful cacophony. Long has the goblin been haunted by visions, 'gifted' to him by an unknown benefactor. Never have they been comprehensible- painfully blinding lights in a sea of changing colors, encompassing dark with naught but wind, howling and screaming yet ever so quiet... It's enough to make an Uruk turn to Oracle Wood in favor of traditional cactus, and it seemed to be working for a while.

That is, until this eve. The wind howls louder. The broiling cauldron before him is suddenly stilled, as if the temperature dropped to naught. A connection he had attempted to make is suddenly severed- No, not severed.
Intercepted.
 

He is drug into a sea of undulating dark, surrounded by a thrumming heartbeat and the sound of gentle breathing. It's almost soothing, at first. Then, a voice speaks, clearer than any of the visions he has attempted to evade. It rings out across this dark, even as the heartbeat yet thrums in his ears.

"Nûl-ob tau! Shiik-ob bukul'nuun! Puzughl kulûk shiik agh zurm!"

["The pain of the forest! The cry of the river! Cease all the cries and clamor!"]

He winces visibly, scrambling to place the dark tongue. His eyes would widen, had he a corporeal form in this place. The voice calls out again.

"GHAASH-LAT! GHAASH-IZG! GHAASHUG KULÛK ZA UB'KUL!"

["BURN YOU! BURN WE! BURNING OF ALL THAT WILL BE!"]

It's loud, so very loud. Painful, even. But his pain compares naught to the pure agony he feels coming from the speaker, every word is suffering.

"Lat rok'unudh-matum mub. Frum'bur at fiith-lat."

["You, a death-haunted thing. The burden, to you it clings."]

The one time that the visions are clear, intelligible... and it's an order, an irrefusible command. It would almost be funny, were it not so desperate.

"Ukh-lat, darûkûrzal. Gaatublat fauthat, ghaash'Uruk-hai bûrgulu-ishi."

["Go now, weakling. Your punishment awaits, in the shadow of Orc flame."]

 

The connection forcibly ends itself, not even bothering to return to it's original recipient... Perhaps that was intentional. The goblin falls backwards, off of the stool he had been meditating atop. He lets out a groan of pain, clutching his head as he staggers to his feet. It seems his plans have changed... radically. The thrumming of the heartbeat in his ears doesn't clear away, even after the vision has ended. Whatever spoke to him, commanded him... is still watching. Expecting.

"Zorri, teechur. Guez wi muzt agri tu diazgri, juz' diz azhnz."
Damn. He was kind of hoping for a big change, just... not from this side.

 

Spoiler

Barbog antag arc. Nothin' personnel, my orcies.