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[Azunda]

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"Bring us the Bloodstone, we must find it before the Orcs do."

The lich lord's voice echoed against the walls of Azunda's skull as he rode by horseback towards the Orc Fort with a small contingent force of lightly armed undead. He knew he was getting closer as the boom of orcish percussion grew louder and more distinct; Azunda was finally able to make out a rhythm.

"Go on, I have little need to interfere with your fun." Azunda extended a finger towards the orc fort in the distance as the legion of zombies dragged themselves closer to their prey. He folded his arms and watched silently with a smile, awaiting the first orcish battlecry until he made his move.

It didn't take long for the orcs to take notice of the invaders, and they stormed out ready to meet whatever challenge soft-fleshed zombies could muster up. With this, Azunda rode around to the opposite side of the Orc fort, and snuck in to begin looking for this bloodstone. He dismounted quickly, and began looking for the bloodstone. With many of the orcs distracted, he began looking through many piles of rubble. He never thought that they'd be inclined to take care of something important, so piles of rubbish seemed like a decent choice.

Annoyed that he didn't have enough common sense to change into an outfit he didn't care for, he felt his time would be better spent looking elsewhere for the Bloodstone. He took note of the elevated hut, and ascended the ramp that lead to it.

He was surprised to find the stone well maintained and properly displayed. Quite pleased, he shoved the stone into one of his assorted bags. Azunda slipped out of the fort, the zombies still holding out as best as they could. He quickly mounted his steed and rode south towards Skara Brae.

Indeed, the Lich Lord had a mighty trump card to use in future negotiations with his less-than-loyal Orcish allies.