[Magrus]

Snirf rolled about in the bed in misery. The pounding headache just wouldn't go away. The stuff they'd served him must have been poison! Evil stuff that, nothing like back home. After hours of waiting and hoping it would go away he grew frustrated and attempted to use his powers to heal himself again. He reached down within himself, and this time, he could grasp onto that energy. Grinning, he pulled more of it and tried bending it to his will. Thats when things went bad.

The energy fled from his control and spun wildly into a vision of trees and fire. Reveling in the majesty of the fires beauty, he then saw death in the flames. A whole forest burning, with strangely dressed humans running rampant through the flames and trees. The vision shifted and he saw orcs, crawling all over in that same armor again, firing flaming arrows into the forest.

Groaning and shoving the pillow over his head, images flashed through his mind rapidly of orcs moving across plains to the west, a massive force spread out across them. He noticed small groups among the masses seemed quite different than the other orcs. Disciplined and intelligent, they didn't revel in the chaos the other orcs did. That was frightening, the one thing you could count on with orcs was a breakdown in order to use against them.

More flashed on, wolves attacking orcs and a young woman riding with a small boy. Strange darkness blanketed his vision in a mountain, where he did not know. The void there...hurt. He shuddered and the vision moved on.

He saw Setanta stalking through town and heading out of the gates, and then a creeping force of orcs coming towards Windhaven from the south. Grunting, he estimated 3 days before they were in the vicinity. Clutching his head he passed out, assaulted by visions beyond what his senses could take in their frazzled state.

Night surrounded him as he woke up hours later, the visions and headache receding. He stared at his hands, still tiger paws and growled as he willed them back to his normal gnomish hands. Sighing, he stared around the room. The walls charred and the water pitcher broken on the floor. Shaking his head, he stood up, changed and went downstairs.

The innkeeper was charging straight for him and demanding to know what had happened up in his room all day. Snirf sighed and handed him his pouch full of coins and told him he was sorry. Then he set out to find Setanta and tell him what was headed this way.