Damned

[Grunith Shuth]

After being taken to the cave earlier that day, Grunith rested upon a wall in the dark. His ragged and torn body of many wounds rose and fell softly as his deep breaths entered and escaped his body. He twitches ever so often and when anyone whom passes look, blood seems to pour from his wounds. But when anyone blinks and looks again, the blood seems to stop. Something is indeed quite strange with Grunith.

Earlier that day, something had overcome him and caused him to attack his own fellow shaman with every intent to either kill him or harm him. He had declared his lust for blood and the only clues that led to his reckoning was his vague hints of the "hunt" he went on. After being brought undercontrol and knocked down to the ground, he had became unconsious. Gorge then carried him to the cave where he now rests.

Behind his closed eyes, the seering redness glares through his eyelids, watching. His mind is on it's own battle but it can not be visibly shown. Something is amiss with him. Only time will tell.

[Grunith Shuth]

The orc that once was and still is known as Grunith Shuth stares blankly off into the night. His red and glowing eyes seer through the gloom. It seems that his presence has caused whatever visitors the tavern might have had on a regular basis to be driven away, although the tavern was quite forlorn in the first place. His chains rattle every once in a while when he moves his arms about in his tireless sleep. Something within him continues to stir about even though his outward appearance now has turned grizzly.

Not so long ago, Damien, John, and several others had taken him into custody of ropes and bound him to the chair. And before the Galim left the island, he had brought out iron hard manacles and chains and chained the grizzly and feral orc to the chair within the tavern where he now sits only trying to find a way out of his predicament and to find a way to feed. He would surely die if no one were to come and feed him, but nevertheless, the restless orc continues his rampage whenever he awakes from his cold sleep.

Whatever it is that is within him, it seems to be taking a hold over his mind completely slowly and surely. The fight may be won before soon.
Even in the night, the eerie silence is broken with a roar, as it happens once more. Grunith lets the world know that he is awake and looking. Nothing will be so sure to save him except what limited time may be left. Only time will tell.

[Damien]

Damien passes by on his now regular walk to the tavern, but this time with some food in his bag.
"Groahr", he says when entering the room, managing to sound a little ironic, but more to make a sound to draw grunith's attention on him without surprising, thus provoking him.
The elves eyes penetrate the darkness of the room as if it was in the middle of the day, as he watches the orc eating.
"Hmmh... You are still able to think, at least when in fear... i bet you can still understand me when not in a rage."
Grunting sounds of eating.
"Whatever path you may choose, you will have to proove your strength. That is, if you don't prefer to become a mere animal, ruled only by the weakness of uncontrolled instinct... oh yes, clear thoughts can be a strength which conquers every other power. Think of that - we'll see how strong you really are."
Damien turns, attempting to leave the room.

[Kaja Wolfagen]

A orc in a torn cloak makes his way slowly towards the northern side of the isle, staff at his side and wind blowing against him, he looks to the stars which mark a new day.

' Two days.. '