Post by Korg'hak on May 15, 2015 10:52:17 GMT -5
Korg'haks eyes burned. Fire seeped from their depths, just as before when Garrosh was his Warchief. However, this time was different. He felt shame, guilt. Emotions that he thought he had long since reconciled with. 'Marrhra' he thought. He clenched two daggers in his hand till the metal bit into the flesh. He looked down at the world from the top of a mountain in Frostfire Ridge. He had already laid out the herbs and other artifacts that he would need for what he was about to do. There was no thought of -after-. He shook his head, enough of those thoughts, time to do what he came here for. He kneeled before a campfire and tossed crushed herbs into its depths, breathing in the smoke. He closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed that the elements would hear him, even though he broke his promise to them. 'Dead.' No, it can't be, it wont be. Even if that was true... His train of thought broke off as what he hoped for, and feared had begun. The elements, they answered. And they were angry. He reeled internally from their powerful wrath, but he did not relent. He let them do as they willed before reaching out to them, pleading, not asking for forgiveness but a favor before they did what they willed. 'Please, help me. Help me and I will accept any punishment, any judgement that you would pass onto me.' His thoughts drifted to the elements of fire, water, earth, and air. However, they still burned through him, unforgiving, unrelenting, until... The spirit of the wild came... It knew what he asked, and as it knew so did he. And Korg'hak accepted what was to be. The sky turned from a sudden storm, the ground cracked, rain came down and wind scoured his flesh, the fire in his eyes poured out until there was nothing left but his green eyes staring at the sky. The elements gathered above him until... A sudden blast of lightning shot down and into each of the elements, cutting into his flesh, marking him. He did not cry out, he did not cower but kneeled in acceptance. As he dropped the daggers in his hand into the fire Korg'hak spoke. "Where is she... let me find her, dead or alive. I accept whatever punishment you would have me undergo for what I have done. But, please... Let me do this one thing right..." As the four elements carved into him, the fifth spoke. But not in words, but in actions. A force filled him, causing his muscles to tighten and his mind to burn from the strain. His limbs were taunt from the sheer power coursing through him, and then, it was done. The attack ceased. He fell to the ground, the campfire long since died. Smoke rising from shamanic tattoos carved into his flesh. As he opened his eyes he saw the dagger in the ashes, unblemished and gleeming. He took them up and then he knew. He knew what he must do. He tightened his grip and arose, his gaze locked on the horizon. And as he spoke, his words carried with them the power of authority. "Mok'Rell... Your sins have been measured... and I... am the elements verdict..." He looked down at the metal in his hand. "I am coming for you." And then he was gone, the tattoos in his flesh glowing with pure and clean shamanic power. As he left, his mind went back to when Marrhra helped him with his wounds, wounds that would have killed him. He owed her... and now... he might never be able to repay the favor... However,.. there is always more than one way to honor a memory. Blood dripped from his hand as he made one last vow. "Even if it takes my death.. I.Will.Not.Fail."