Open roleplay: The darkness is coming.
He kept it in the dark for as long as he could. The darkness that corrupted him. The maddess that grew inside of his mind. The young dwarf thought it was the Durin sickness. He though it had gotten stronger and made its way to his side of the Durin line. It seemed like it got worse and worse the closer they got to Erebor. To the gold, to the Arkenstone. But it wasn't that. It was the evil that grew on its own. A dangerous and devious evil.
When arriving at Beorns hour it seemed like he was just about to snap but still kept it secret and only to himself. When night time approached, and all were asleep, Ori got up slowly, shakily as he stumbled towards the bathroom. Walking in, he looked up at the mirror. Boy was it high. Jumping up onto the toilet seat, Ori climbed onto the sink that way and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pale. Not much, just paler than usual. "What's happening to me?" He asked himself. He stood there for a moment, taking in deep breaths as he felt his mind slipping away from him. Right when he was about to get down and go try and sleep, blackness filled his eyes. Covered them like a sheet across a bed.
"E-Eh...!" He panicked out, a little loud as a matter of fact. Shaking he took another deep breath, beginning to look around in every direction for something to hide behind or in but he thought it would be better if he got help. Hearing footsteps, his head snapped towards the door. "Help!" He shouted to them, as his lip quivered in fear.