[Prompt] The Cave

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As seasons shift, the beating heat of the sun gives way to crisp mornings and cool breezes. While out enjoying the weather, on patrol, or simply exploring, you come upon this peculiar path up the mountain side. Following it, you come a cavern with blaspheme symbols. There are utensils used to extract blood from victims, candles burning with pale blue flames, and runes painted with a substance you have no desire to know what it is made from. At the back is an altar to something.

Perturbed or not, regardless, you decide to leave to investigate later or forget forever. However, as you step backwards to back out of the cavern mouth, you bump into something… or someone.

((This was originally an image prompt with a picture of one of the Drustvar coven caverns, but I lost trust 3 because I am tired of everything being some silly grind and am disinclined to grind it back.))

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This is meant to be a fun exercise, so there aren’t many rules.

Prompts are fun little things meant to inspire. You don’t have to perfectly match the prompt. Just let it inspire a thought.

I’m going to try and post these weekly, sometime between Saturday and Monday probably. Feedback and prompt ideas are welcome, so feel free to post them in the archive thread. Some prompts will be more thought provoking, some more whimsical. Respect your fellow writers.

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“Are you in need of guidance?” He said.

I looked at him somewhat strangely as he spoke Orcish with a strange farmers accent. He was human but I might have mistaken him for a Forsaken for he had that mid parted frizzy bed head they sometimes had. His eyes were a deep blue but there was deep blacken bruising around the eyes like he hadn’t slept in a few days and blood around his mouth like he might have been eating raw meat. He was shirtless with a strong pale upper body with a slight pot belly that was partly covered in Light Order tattoos. It was hard what to make of him, tattoos were frowned upon in the paladin order, but I recognized the symbols and felt I shouldn’t kill him out right. “I don’t know.” I finally said.

“Ah, then you are in the right place sister. Are you searching for something? Do you seek the truth? Well you have come to the right place, sister. We’ve got more truth here then we can handle.” As he spoke I realized that he had large canine teeth and some of his lower teeth were filed to fangs as well.

“Why are you here? This is Horde territory. If you’re here to study Shadow I think you might need to go back to your order and meditate.” I suggested.

He tilted his head to the right and raised one of his eyebrows. “Oh sister, you are too indoctrinated into the antiquated beliefs of this material world. You don’t understand that there was a world before time existed, when beings were no longer born and died, but simply changed and served for all eternity.”

I nodded my head and sighed. I heard similar ‘views’ from the Twilight Hammer but he kept saying ‘we’ even though it was just him. “Yes, Alexstrasza’s pupils have explained to me the history of the Pentheon.”

"We’re siting on an egg sister, and while, like you, I ventured out trying to find someway to heal the damage Sargeras left I realize that we mortals are going to die regardless if that titan wakes up or not. If it dies or not, but while I was in Nazjatar. I was given a vision of the Old Gods plan. "

I rolled my eye’s and shook my head, “Oh, here we go. Been reading Twilight Hammer pamphlets? Listen, I don’t know where you got all the blood to write all these symbols and frankly I don’t care. But I’m going to give you about a minute to use your hearthstone and I’ll make a report to the presbyters of the Light about what I’m seeing and maybe they can fix you. But if you don’t leave, I’ll kill you.”

He pulled out a dagger from his back pocket, “The time for words have come and gone, my sister. You and I will take-”

I attacked with an over head strike from the draw on my blade he backed away from. I saw him throw something on the ground and I felt a poison fill my lungs. I heard the song of runes being clanged and I heard the Ashbringer fade and stab the man in the back. I heard him fall to the ground and I cleansed the poison that was in my lungs. As I saw him lay on the ground in disbelief, “You’re a spirit navigator. Teach us.” He claimed.

Those words seemed to echo off the cave as he said it and crawled toward me.

I was perturbed by the voices and my arm was starting to hurt from the summoning. I dismissed the sword.

“Only the citizens of the Black Empire could guide spirits like that.” He coughed out a bit of blood as there was nothing to stop him from bleeding out, but I saw him put his hands on the wound and start casting a healing spell on himself. I took that moment to cut his head clean off.

I don’t usually have nightmares about killing humans or enemies but that one kept me up with visions of that Black Empire.

I wish you hadn’t left Sylvanas.

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