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[Jerrick Stark]

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The orc barely made a sound as a knife opened its throat, he gurgled slightly and dropped to the floor. From the shadows stepped a figure dressed in black, hood of his cloak drawn to cover his face. In a gloved hand he held a simple dagger, now covered in the blackish green blood of the orc. It was really quite simple, why had the Company failed at their task? Oh thats right.... He chuckled softly at the thought, remembering how he had single handedly taken down the entire Company of the White Stag. Without even lifting a weapon.

Stepping over the orc Jerrick wiped his weapon clean on a piece of cloth and walked farther into the cave. It smelled of death here, that stagnant musty smell. It reminded him of home. The orcs here were protecting something, something they would die for. "And die the fools did." He spat on the ground. Little did they know that soon they would serve Him.

He pulled the cloak back, revealing a handsome face with a well trimmed black goatee and a pair of strange hazel eyes. He took a moment to take stock of his surroundings, looking about the dimly lit cave. What do we have here? His soft booted feet carried him silently to the far wall where several skeletons hung by chains. He instantly recognized the equipment lying in a pile to the side, and somehow the skeletal remains of each unfortunate soul seemed to have life still within them. A pity, the very evil they fought and died against they shall now aid. Jerrick turned and moved to the chair that the orc leader once sat upon and moved there himself sitting down proudly. "Now, my only task is to find the last ones, then He may be awkened once again." He laughed at the thought, the screams of terror, the utterly delightful sounds of chaos. Yes, this would be a good time.....