#thehiglands

[omjyouguys]

After working like crazy to move everything into the new house we brought the pups home. They are super excited at the new house and it is a constant maze for them. #HappyPups #Homecoming #NewHouse #DogsOfInstagram #Cuties #CutePups #DavilaDeckardManor #TheHiglands #SummerlakeGroves (at Winter Garden, Florida)

[ronaestrider]

The Highlands - Part 1

(( First part of a mini-series of posts with Seragna, Asharri's Orc - follow her here! ))

Rehmaar's eyes snap open with a heated aggression he hadn't felt in a very long time.  The fire in his eyes would have been almost tangible were anyone around to have felt their power.  With a harsh gasp, reality finally besieges him.  The intense pain of his deep breath would indicate an incredible amount of damage - the fallen rock crushing his plate would have led to some truly excruciating results.

With panic taking over his mind almost immediately, he turns from side to side in an attempt to discover what he was truly dealing with.  How long have I been here? he thought to himself.  Possibly days, maybe a week or more.  The rocks pushed off his armor indicated that he attempted to free himself at some point, but Rehmaar couldn't recollect a minute of it.

With a painful roll to his side, he is greeted by a decaying face, the sunken-in cheeks lying in a pool of dried blood.  No, he hisses to himself, no - it cannot....no!  True panic begins to overtake his soul as he tries to crawl to some sort of escape from this dangerous cavern of hell.  Another crushed corpse enters his visage, smacking the senses out of him again.  He had failed - his troops were dead, their blood on his hands.

Looking around, there were signs of movement - blood trails leading nowhere in particular, rocks shifted about.  Some of the corpses were stripped of armor, cloth tied around grievous wounds to no effect.  Rehmaar threw up as he saw the crushed head of one of his best soldiers - the pain far too much to bear for his shattered body.

Gritting his teeth hard, Rehmaar unfastens some of his plate, shedding as much weight as possible.  Blackness enters his mind as the pain attempts to overcome him, but he shakes it off as best he can carrying on with his task.  He tries to stand, taking many attempts to do so, howling out as the pain courses through his body.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps a day or more, Rehmaar finally emerges into the sunlight outside of the dreaded Grim Batol.  The light is blinding, his broken and vulnerable self collapsing in the sun's rays.  He pushes himself along the grass and rocks, trying to get as far away from the dreaded city as possible.

His ears flick upwards immediately - people aren't far away.  Friend or foe, Rehmaar has no idea, but he screams out for aid nonetheless, hoping for the former.  He grits his teeth as the pain assails him again - he wishes to himself that it is indeed a foe so this terrible misery might come to a swift end. The trampling of hurried feet make their way towards the broken Blood Knight.  He gasps as darkness once again enters his mind, the pain proving far too great for him to push onwards anymore.  He glances upwards for a brief moment as his eyes see a grin-skinned hand enter his peripheral vision.

He strains to look up towards its owner, but the darkness finally consumes him.  "This one still breathes!" A woman shouted in orcish. "Help me get this blood elf back to camp. Quickly!"