He awoke soaked in his own sweat, eyes open wide to a starless sky. Blind again. An impulse, a thought.
Breathe.
But the sweet air never relieved his panicked lungs.
Breathe.
Muscles remained relaxed but his mind coiled and writhed. He was a statue, frozen and unmoving in thick darkness.
Shh, shh, soon it will be over. Let me help you.
Another wince, another struggle in vain. A familiar cold veiled his mind, paralysing and numbing. So painful. So sweet.
Shh, shh, don’t fight. You know she’ll follow. Let me help you both .
The truth struck him. A whack of despair and misery snuffed out any will and opposition. A tear fell, but he grew colder.
Do you see my mercy? I will help you.
Brief story related to the events that transpired during our campaign finale in Durotar.
The coming week we’ll have a slower line of events more akin to casual RP than DMs which will involve training, ceremonies and scavenging in Felwood. Afterwards, around the 6th, we’ll be off to Nazjatar with the [A/N-RP] Hand of Cenarius, albeit involuntarily from an IC perspective.
Until then we’ll be camped on the outskirts of Astranaar or by the secret shrine within the hills near the Moonwell of Purity. In the unlikely scenario your character likes demon hunters, feel free to pass by when you see us about 
Friendliness not garantueed.