Disturbing Dreams from Northrend: Word of the Highlord

[Baranthore]

Dharkoth slowly faded from view, the visions that had idled around him now nothing more but thin whispers of cold air. The Mind's Eye provided many visions, surroundings and forgotten sights, but none had ever been so surreal as they were now. Though the old god had been pressed from this world many years ago, his presence remained, and so did a new, irking master whose tainted, melodic whispers charmed both man and immortals within the now sunken halls of Ulduar.

The black char plated armor weighed him down, rooting his weakened figure to the ground, the shadowed mask holding his thoughts and cries for help locked away, forever unheard. The visions had protested for weeks now, haunting the Highlord, his mind quickly withering away, corroding further with each passing moment.

A surge of pain rushed across the Highlord's chest, his arms and legs buckling beneath the sudden pain, sending him crashing to the floor. A shallow cackle echoed through the halls of the Mind's Eye, the ground itself shaking under the terrible vibrations. The walls around the Highlord continued to shake and rock, the pendulous, unseen eyes and lips of the voice cracking like thunder under their own authority, stretching wide and far as chaos once more gripped the room, tearing it from the possibility of being anything but real.

The pinnacle of chaos materialized, the walls and floor beneath the Highlord shattered into oblivion, the searing rush of astral wind gushing past the fragile figure, and all of the universe collided within itself and then vanished. Darkness consumed the eyes and mind of the Highlord as his limp form collapsed into a limp pile atop the Temple of Order. The omnipresent laughter ensuing, it's howling guffaw commanding even the fiercest of winds.

The black char plated armor weighed him down, rooting his weakened figure to the ground, the shadowed mask holding his thoughts and cries for help locked away, forever unheard; and though the visions had ceased for now, an even darker kismet took hold, wrapping the tormented and posed Highlord in an even thicker cloak of madness and chaos.