Ping. Rahsik-ba’s face hovered above him.
The visage of Wank’s sire shouted over the
weeping pleas of his mother, over the laughter and taunts
of his broodmates as they threatened to drop the spit to
which he was tied lower to the fire, over the cruel
ministrations of his torturer in the Pit, over the catcalls of
orc warriors as they beat him en masse where he cowered
in a small empty cavern.
Wank heard a vast groan and the cavern trembled,
loose rock tumbling into the lake as a stalactite broke off,
plunged into the water. He looked to the island where the
creature now stood, rents of brilliant light ripping through
its body as a coruscation of madness pervaded the cavern,
regurgitated from Wank’s mind to inundate its very being.
Brilliant shards of orange and yellow, flashes of
electric blue, angry red lightning bolts, shimmers of green
effervesced outward with increasing rapidity as the thing
squirmed in the grip of a vivid insanity.
The moan heightened and the cavern began to
shake. A crazed rainbow of colors arced in random
directions from the body of the creature, saturated the
cavern in a lurid display of maniacal energy.
Shunting the pain aside, Wank rolled to his knees.
Ping.
The crazed orchestra of colors flashed brighter and
the creature let out a deafening roar, a plea in its agonized
crescendo. Wank scrabbled to his feet and stumbled
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