Voices from a Distant Place

Krohlm Spinebreaker lay face down.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he was taken. His memory was a blur for some time now.
He tried to recall the battle he had lead his fellow orcs into but it felt like he was clutching at the wind. Still some small memories came back to him, small flashes of images that felt like a lifetime ago.
Riding a worg in ashenvale.
Battle Standard flapping in the wind.
Emotions sckittered across his mind. Suprise. Rage. Anger. Red. Loss. Helplessness. Hopelessness.
One image stood out in stark contrast to the others for its clarity. An abomonation of flesh and decay striking down two orcs, it turning to peer at him with blood dripping off its maw. The feeling of his axehaft bringing him comfort.
Then nothing.
He grunted as the noise of something moving around the deck awoke him. He gazed down between the grate underneath him. Two humans lay there. The one hadn't moved in days. The other was looking white and sickly.
It took nearly every bit of energy and will the orc possessed to look to his side.
Another orc lay not far off..his remains or lack there of turned his stomach. He felt..a familiarity and kinship but couldn't remember.
He had watched as two ghouls had pulled the orc out and gorged on its flesh in what seemed like an orgy of putrid filth and delight.
Uh..He hadn't eaten or drank anything in days..they must be using..magic to sustain him.
He felt weak like a three day old kitten.
Least there was no pain. Something told him this was not a good thing.
He couldn't roll over to look at his oppresors. He just lay face down as the ship gently pitched and swayed.

He tried to gather his thoughts of what they could want of such a bunch. He had seen Tauren, Dwarves even gnomes in this ship all lying face down, too weak to move. Many had had their armour ripped off savagely and had wounds that were heavily infected. Wound he knew should have killed yet they lay and stirred and created a stench of decay and death that felt like all Krohlm had ever smelt.

A thought: "As long as its not demonblood I dont care what becomes of me"
A voice at the back of his mind awoke. It felt like an rebirth. Some powerful force stirred in the very depths of his thoughts.
"No, This is far far worse" A laughter echoed off and rebounded within his own skull drowning out everything else.
As abruptly as it came it left leaving Krohlm shuddering for breath. It felt both extremly close but on the other side of the world at the same time. Without knowing how he had moved his arms to hold his skull.
They dropped as all strength fled from him.
That...that voice...
The human underneath him stirred and peered into Krohlms eyes. Krohlm watched in horror as the humans eyes seemed to change for an instant. Taking on a sinister blueish glow.
Krohlm for the first time in his life was utterly terrifed.
Sweet darkness embraced him as he faded from consiousness yet again.